Sayingyou made me feelLike another piece of furnitureWas my way of sayingI'm scared of becomingOnce againWhat I fought so hardTo come out ofIt meantI'm yours in body and soulGrab me, kiss me, spank meIf you want me touch meJust like you said you wouldDon't make me do all the work,I drove that way beforeAnd I'm not making turning backShow meYou can't get enough of meJust like I can't get enough of youI want you so badlyI'm ready for another roundRight after we were done making love
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In the silence where words falter,
I stand as more than wood and plaster.
Years waged against shadows long,
Fighting to belong where I belong.
Fear in my heart, a tethered thing,
Trembling like a silent string.
I wish to weave with you my soul,
In whispers, let desire unroll.
Grasp me tightly, if you dare,
With touch that burns like summer air.
Don't let me steer the ship alone,
I've navigated storms unknown.
Show me thirst, insatiable fire,
Awake in nights consumed by desire.
For in your arms, I'm unconfined,
In endless rounds, our worlds entwined.