I still remember how we used to do it,
it just happened, night or day.
Two loved ones, on a night well spent,
making love with you and you snuggled in my arms.
Love is love, feelings are real.
1 time, two, three, with us it was never too much,
to feel your body and do it naturally
it didn't matter time, time or even place.
Waking up in the middle of the night in a perfect environment
and doing everything with yourself that you had never done before.
Installed at the height, dominated by passion,
listening to the your moaning in total concentration.
Hours in a row of doing it without wanting to end,
with so much pleasure to give, energy running out,
continue without stopping and give everything you have .
I already told you words that I never said to anyone
and everything I said to you was everything I felt.
with you I taught, with you I learned
that things prevail, it was everything I wanted,
everything was good until monotony arrived.
You say yes, I say no.
I want to be with you, make love with you.
Life is an illusion.
I want to be with you, make love to you.
I don't know how or why, but things got complicated
I don't know how or why, but things changed.
In the past it happened often,
nowadays, baby, it rarely happens
lying down next to you and not having an alternative
for it to happen now you have to take the initiative.
I'm not about to try and be blocked again.
On the outside I'm pretending and on the inside I'm hurt.
That's what I was afraid would happen one day,
get home and notice the difference in your interest.
The feelings remain, is that true?
But I also believe that you don't feel comfortable.
We talk about the subject, but it never goes beyond that,
I believe in you, but I still don't understand.
Lying down, hugging each other, but only mouth contact,
if you still feel the same how do you Is there little desire?
You say yes, I say no.
I want to be with you, make love with you.
Life is an illusion.
I want to be with you, make Love with you. (2x)

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