3 / Gimme!
Gimme!
Your skin, your touch,
til I'm on fire atop your couch,
then some more.
Gimme!
Your lips, your tongue,
til I'm sure that I belong
to you.
Gimme!
Your kiss, your heat,
til I say it is enough
(though I doubt I ever will).
Gimme!
Your tears, your fear,
til I feel you on my chest,
warm, wet, asleep.
Gimme!
Your heart, your head,
til I can call you mine with pride
—or just have sex, I guess.
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