Možeš li da me pogledaš... Ili zamiљljaљ?

Because if I already heat up with this view, Imagine what my body would be like you, Roza you, marking the rhythm ... slow at the beginning, and then without brakes. Your breathing in my ear, my hands holding you strong, And my voice telling you everything I want to do to you. Look good ... because this image is not only seen, You imagine ... you want ... and you beg.