I can't request any more.

I have you between my hands and
I mold to you.

We enjoyed it like in
one orgy for the five senses.

You are mine,
in my bed you are one with me.

If I ride to you,
if I tie to you,
if I hold to you.

I feel the commitment
taking care for you,
possessing you.

I feel that doesn't matter nothing else,
you're in my bed
and this suffices.

I can't request any more,
because you give yourself.