The cessation of desire.
Colors come and go, as well as our passion.
The silhouette of your body calls me incessantly.
Every part of you I know, I can't be satisfied.
Every time we are together, my mind begins to cloud.
I can not think.
The wonder of your face makes me sigh.
You take me to the clouds, you won't let me breathe.
Let's keep doing this, until we stop wishing.
Desire is something, love another.
But if we combine them, we can make an explotion
