Once on a moonless night,
I returned from darkness,
with a little grin on my face.

Crescent I give to you —
my second half.

For nothing shines brighter,
than you and your laugh.

—

Croissant opening
— Sliced myself open.
Sweetness can never be spoken,
flavour for which we long,

your mouth is where I belong.

Lekvárból van a szívem

Love — just like hunger —
is blood-driven.

—

Bite me,
so I can fall apart.

Feed me
with your lips.

Crashed my insides,
I a throbbing puddle.

Seized the only chance
for us to cuddle.