When I touch the flower; the flower of sin
It is hunger I feel; when I let myself in
So starving and warm; all wet when I lust
The flower compelled; ready to touch
My fingers they wander; my body it yearns
My body it trembles; my inside it burns
My fingers explore, all over my skin
My body it burns, from the outside and in

When I touch the flower; the flower of sin
I let my soul burst; when I let myself in
I stroke and caress; I open up wide
I devour the icons; with my fingers inside
My breathing redoubles; my body it heaves
My fingers move faster; to please and relieve
I accept and receive, my pleasures inside
My flesh is in flames; my sex is alive
My fingers explore, all over my skin
My body it burns, from the outside and in