Old scetch colored. Finally)

An attempt to translate my sticky poem:

Starting from thursday I'll be near you all the time,
Do you want me to bring you some grapes?
I'll take tender care of you, I'll guide you and fasten you to your chair with red-hot steel
I'll kiss you in places where self-control ends and dreams begin
Would you like to make up some antithesises?
Maybe we'll take a magnifying glass to feast our eyes on the pictures that are made out of silk by dolphines?
Do you want me to drag one by one all the stars from the dark deep sky for you?
It's stale bread that you'll beg me to give you for years...
I won't let you fall asleep at all the cold nights.
I'll give you a task to build up a safe wall against me, for me to climb over and conquer
To creep into your rumpled bed, to continue our fairy tail, but now without margins...
I'll tie you up, I'll rape you, I won't let you go away...
I'm insatiable, It's in my nature,
If you want - we can start this right now.