Concrete grey walls 
Emptiness and lonely candlelight 
That is the room of your secret passion 
Behind the door of intimate illusions 
You are virgin and you still value it 
But the desire gives you no rest 
And so you come to this room every night 
Every spare minute… 
You are blindfold 
Not to see the 
ONE who gives you these minutes: 
Octopus-like creature 
In the far corner of the room imbued with female discharge 
You kneel down sucking 
HIS tentacle 
While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh 
And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust 
Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole 
Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss 
Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance 
You are virgin and you still value it 
But the desire gives you no rest 
And so you come to this room every night 
Every spare minute… 
You kneel down sucking 
HIS tentacle 
While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh 
And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust 
Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole 
Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss 
Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance