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I want your hand
Across my belly
I want your breasts
Upon my back
I want your pain
To rip right through me
I am your death
You are my wrath
Il take your hand
Beyond the threshold
Il take your gifts
As art of fact
Il take your tongue
Right down to my throat
You are my loss
I am your map
I find your eyes
They give me shelter
I find your lips
They give me peace
I find your need to take me over
Open my heart
Il tell you stories
Open my legs
Il read your mind
Open my mail
Il tell youe forty
You are my fate
I your design
Il lead you or
The city burning
Il lead you home
To Provincetown
Il lead you down
The soft dunes yearning
Youe my vision
I am your sound
I long to be
Your handsome woman
I long to feel
The crease of time
I long to free
Medusa stallion
I your water
You are mine
I need to carve
Your face in pavement
I need to die
In your embrace
I need to keep
A grave engagement
Youe my power
I your disgrace.