
can i? (clinging onto you)
tell me you enjoy me for who i am
with your hands wrapped about my chest.
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tell me you need a piece of me or my mind,
and i'll be clinging onto you.
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take the notch out my spine when it's hurting.
read everything i write about you.
show me a little bit of what's underneath and you know,
i'll be clinging onto you.
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i am mulling it over (last night).
i am thinking about lust and bodies.
i am watching myself in the dark holding your bare shoulders,
and brooding over a little "come here, now"
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this is like white knuckle grip kind of clinging
this is like, i have very little composure.
i'm not quick to either, but suppose
you're the person to bring it about.
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past your coarse exterior that you know you have
and beyond thinking you're better than wanting me,
i wish then i wonder should i pour myself out into your tiny glass,
so we can get along just a little bit longer?
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foolish me,
you've been frank, just not clear.
and im enjoying myself all the same.
that's my fault and that's also yours.
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i am giving you warm honey energy still.
i am giving you good heart and vibration.
i am lacing up for the long ride with you,
and undressing myself for the short.
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say you want to know where and when i am coming,
ask me if it hurts when you do.
say you won't push away when i collapse to the side,
and i'll be holding onto you.
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tap the nape of my neck when my posture is poor,
hold the seam of my shirt when i'm leaving,
kiss my belly a little before you go under,
so that i'm clinging onto you.