Moist passion...

Irma, My Waussie,

That night of nights together, In a large bed, A bottle of wine and candles around it. The glassed of passion will vapor, Thats without a doubt, Sweetie. Our body odors, They allied themselves together. Then I drown in her sparkling eyes, O yeah, I taste of her sizzling moisture of her glossy mouth. Hands down to each other, Oo heaven it feels great that makes the entire circle around. For a night. It feels oh so fine, Lying in each other's arms until the morning sun rises again.

Is it a desire to which we are exposed, You hope it never goes away. A strong feeling so sometimes, That it pierces your heart, You are in love entangled. It's a passion that never pass, But if it keeps that remains to be seen. But she is of great importance to me. Why, love makes sometimes afraid. Make memories while we live, Yes, That's for sure. But I'm sure she also will recall, She does.

All the letters and lovingly known as my words for her, Because she knows it, Yes, I feel her and that love, Still. Pushed up by a strange force, At an unexpected moment, I'm attracted to her eyes. Now that I've recognized her as if time has stood still, Years are erased. But I turn to, And say that you, Do you know why, I've missed you so. Sometimes I hear her words yet, Never leaves me alone, Wherever I go, I said no,

Irma my Waussie, I love her to much.