"It is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality (...). We approach the id with analogies: we call it a chaos, a cauldron full of seething excitations... It is filled with energy reaching it from the instincts, but it has no organization, produces no collective will, but only a striving to bring about the satisfaction of the instinctual needs subject to the observance of the pleasure principle." S.F.
She gives me everything And tenderly The kiss my lover brings She brings to me And I love her.