Legs touching legs, body touching body and face touching face.
two body connected in the song.
You are my temptation, my Beatrice.
We allow the Paris nights to show us the lover’s tango.
Deep kiss and long embrace lead to deadly and wanted dance my lover.
You whispered. White words or black words.
Giving words or stealing words.
Just the midnight confessions lover’s say in the mist of the midnight hour.
Love had cursed us and love had blessed us.
Tonight we will dance the wicked waltz.
Fall where life shall lead us, dear lover.