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Skin
Skin
I want to be her blood
I want to be her bones
Her every waking moment
The breath that drives her sighs
And her moans
And if I were her tongue
I’d lick her lips like fire
And if I were her hands
I’d celebrate her body entire
I want to be her skin
I want to be her skin
I want to wrap myself around her
‘Till the sun comes slidin’ in
I’ll dream my way inside her
And know her secret soul
Watch over her, and guide her
As she rides hot buttered waves at my control
The fingers of the night
Have closed around her bed
She feels eyes upon her
Perhaps they are the ones in her head
-refrain x 2-
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