sensual; sometimes she stuns you but it is a blow that never hurts. I live for her. I know she makes me travel from town to town and suffer a little, but at least I live. It is painful when she leaves. I live in hotels for her. It grows with supreme pleasure. I live for her in the vortex. Through my voice it expands and produces love. I live for her, I have nothing else, and how many others I shall meet who, like me, have written on their faces "I live for her." I live for her on a dais ...