That man drives me nuts.

I don't know what I'll do
to escape their hell.
She's got me addicted to her fire
to him who carries on his tongue,
in your hands,
in his se_xo.
And what, unfortunately?
He put no chains on me,
but that I with pleasure
closing the lock,
tirando la llave al abismo
to chain me alone to their hell.
And it's what when he kisses me... ,
prove me
who has a magic tongue,
one that lifts me up
and makes me fly without wings
by the long and thick flames
from their hell.
He has some indecent fingers
that dominates me to their lust,
leaving me so full,
so empty of me,
but so full of it
that my cry bursts
in pearls that descend from my eyes
and at the same time it gives birth
un manantial que se desborda
from my averno.
And when he's not around... ,
makes me want her crazy and mindless.
And to quench this thirst, this vice,
I unleash addiction by flogging my body.
I insert my fingers in
inside my avern,
making him call him out
like a crazy crazy crazy,
like a death of hunger,
how one who only wishes
the lascivia of her eyes
while listening and watching me
do what you love to see so much:
my total surrender to your desires.
I had never felt anything like it;
I die in her kisses or should I say... ,
i live intensely in their hell