Pleasure victim

We touched there was temperture i'm not the same now i'm passing through your door it's a pleasure game you're the object of of my smile i'm a life machine sentimental sound on sound time to switch the scene you're the passion in me you've broken down the system you're the vision i see a pleasure victim simple figures fill my mind some i recognize bodies always look the same never see their eyes to the touch there's always you how can i erase your flaming candles, whispered words then your soft embrace