Blessed are the handcuffs 
bondage be praised 
needles, bandages, bars and whips 
and it gives us 

There is cheerfully piling up 
a crazy geometry 
debauched and depraved 
in my house. 
I can't stand them anymore sermons 
calls, deprivations 

Now I manage by myself 
Contacts, relationships, entertainment. 

Why return like this 
narrow-minded and bigoted 
why then hide a sexuality 
discriminate against those who are much more honest than you 
one cannot love if ever between allusions and suspicions 
no, you can't 

Finally cleared through customs 
this sex goes without saying 
how much time have you and me wasted 

We frustrated until yesterday 
we warriors but de what 
submissive prisoners of a cliché
I can't stand you stingy anymore, 
censors and puritans 

Anonymity is your shield 
rejection, a thrill never felt. 

Doors and windows on 
space for light 
not to hide behind those no more. 

Thanks to freedom, there is no fear anymore 
rediscovering the joy of returning ourselves 
maybe .. maybe tomorrow. 

Feel free to tie me up if you want 
you don't know everything 
pleasure also has a right and demands respect 

Handcuffs handcuffs in prison abstinence