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touch me with your fingertips
show me your naked vulnerable hands
I will eat them for breakfast
and paint a red-blooded poem of you on my back.
feed my inner dog, stroke my hair
and make me beg for more.
watch the changing forms of my black shadow
wrapping around your shouting soul
crawling inside of your nightmares
pulling your hunger in - deeper and deeper.
sense the swings of my tricky mood
smell my burning soul, steal it all from me
and make me beg for more.