Lyrics : David Chatut
Music : David Chatut/Romain Lateltin/Christian Morfin
I'll Step through still midnight
Pick up a quill
In darkness ink and write
Of our desires,
And pleasures that might be
Sweet feelings
And thrilling recklessly,
Skilled lover
That I am I will dream
Punch-drunk till
Morning of your pale skin
A curve of hip,
I follow th' moon of gold
I'll lay my hands
Upon your secret fold
Let me caresse you all night long
I dream of analoving U
I'll take you past all right and wrong
I dream of analoving U
Let me show you this other side
Analove story of us two
My love is true but masculine
a challenge I must face
A guilty wish
Has set your pulse to race
A silken dune
A pair of golden hills
Heady perfume
Promise of wicked thrills
You would deny
The trembling of your lips
My moonlight kiss
Across your back and hips
You breathe a no
Already lost to lust
And I will smile
And softly steal your trust