Post by Fela on Dec 20, 2005 15:22:18 GMT -5
I want to hold your hand,
trace the lines of your life and heart.
I want to feel the things you've laid your hands upon.
I want to trace your lips,
the red, and moist inner pink.
I want to taste the things you taste.
I want to entwine myself,
wind myself around your limbs,
feeling flesh, and muscle, and skin, where you end and I begin.
I want to crawl inside your head,
inside your dreams, your fantasies,
to become the perfect woman in your eyes.
I want to gaze into your soul
until I see the places you've been,
the things you've seen,
the tears you've shed.
trace the lines of your life and heart.
I want to feel the things you've laid your hands upon.
I want to trace your lips,
the red, and moist inner pink.
I want to taste the things you taste.
I want to entwine myself,
wind myself around your limbs,
feeling flesh, and muscle, and skin, where you end and I begin.
I want to crawl inside your head,
inside your dreams, your fantasies,
to become the perfect woman in your eyes.
I want to gaze into your soul
until I see the places you've been,
the things you've seen,
the tears you've shed.