Come on, this is a Depeche Mode song. Therefore, unless there is clear evidence to believe otherwise, it's about getting your end away.
With Depeche Mode the music often tells as much of the story as the lyrics. Here the music starts softly, tentatively and ... celestially. The narrator, completely lost in a heady combination of obsession and lust begs his worldly lover for attention.
Success! The drums kick in, describing a broad, pounding rhythm. The narrator's almost psychotic devotion to his lover reaches a level where nothing exists to him but her. She has such power over him that she can control his movements and his thoughts. She is like a drug and he is completely surrendered to her effect.
His powerless state is a source of intense pleasure to him - as is the lovemaking which is explicitly described by the increasing volume and force of the music. We leave them to it for a minute as the music sighs, wails and pounds away. Eventually the rhythm asserts itself in a new way, and our narrator's thoughts turn to the ultimate release of his pleasure. However, so powerful is his lover in his mind that she could hold him tortured in this near-ecstatic state forever.
She is merciful. After he has been held in this state for a while, the music explodes in a climax unmatched by anything Depeche Mode has produced before or since. No more lyrics are supplied: a long instrumental sees this song through to its conclusion.
Come on, this is a Depeche Mode song. Therefore, unless there is clear evidence to believe otherwise, it's about getting your end away.
With Depeche Mode the music often tells as much of the story as the lyrics. Here the music starts softly, tentatively and ... celestially. The narrator, completely lost in a heady combination of obsession and lust begs his worldly lover for attention.
Success! The drums kick in, describing a broad, pounding rhythm. The narrator's almost psychotic devotion to his lover reaches a level where nothing exists to him but her. She has such power over him that she can control his movements and his thoughts. She is like a drug and he is completely surrendered to her effect.
His powerless state is a source of intense pleasure to him - as is the lovemaking which is explicitly described by the increasing volume and force of the music. We leave them to it for a minute as the music sighs, wails and pounds away. Eventually the rhythm asserts itself in a new way, and our narrator's thoughts turn to the ultimate release of his pleasure. However, so powerful is his lover in his mind that she could hold him tortured in this near-ecstatic state forever.
She is merciful. After he has been held in this state for a while, the music explodes in a climax unmatched by anything Depeche Mode has produced before or since. No more lyrics are supplied: a long instrumental sees this song through to its conclusion.