The pleasure are there to explore
to feel and sense what\'s maybe real
The things that exists in our imaginations
disappears in our fears of not be able to let love loose
The pleasure in plays
plays of intimacy are there when we feel the heat

We exist in fantasy
like scenes that are running through our heads
like our blood runns in our veins
To feel skin against skin
to feel that fantasy exist or is it really real?!

Are we real to feel
this sexappeal