You tell me you want me; you want me so much.
You say that you need me, with every rough clutch
at my bosom. You're driving a point, I know.
Your words, they always move me so
but don't count on things to stay that way.
Your love is tender, so you say
well, so is the heart.
My heart.
Don't rip it apart
again. I'm throwing caution to the wind, while
we tangle through tears and reach to defile
hunger. Touch me. Move me. Show me.
Prove I am exactly your cup of tea;
less sugar, more caffeine.
No more morphine
don't start.
















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