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Every day he does things differently
I don't know if he comes back from the street
I don't know if he brings me a gift
I don't know if he minds his own business

Maybe he arrives feeling
Who knows, he covers me in kisses
Or doesn't even take off my dress
Or doesn't even guess my desires

Odd days have chocolate
Even days I live in a daze
Weekdays he hits me
Holidays he smooths me

Away from him, I tremble with love
In his presence, I fall silent
I'm his flower by day
I'm his horse by night

His beer is sacred
His will is the most just
My passion is a joke
His laughter scares me

His mouth is a lock
And my body is a bonfire
While he sleeps heavily
I roll alone on the treadmill

And doesn't even guess my desires
I'm his horse by night
I roll alone on the treadmill