Prometeo

If it weren't to look at you I wouldn't have five senses anymore
and, oh, hit you and touch you and I like it, he says in my ear.

I don't get up or go to bed every day
how evil a hundred times he has not been" *
I don't entertain myself, I'm still fighting,
Today I'm winning, yesterday I lost.

He gave me a wound, closes at night, opens during the day;
"Don't suffer, Prometheus," she tells me every time I see her.
I roll on the floor and my cock bursts
of thinking about you: I bleed and water your garden.

He snores at dawn and never says no to me,
That's nothing!
I look at her from afar, I don't masturbate
I make noise

* "I don't get up or go to bed every day
how evil a hundred times he has not been" *
I don't entertain myself, I'm still fighting,
Today I'm winning, yesterday I lost.

Behind your window you have been left wanting,
smuggled kisses and in the end like a mat.

I roll on the floor and my cock bursts
of thinking about you: I bleed and water your garden.