"Yes, I want to make love to you Deep, dense, fierce Just like my thoughts"

"From my body, The thirst of your lust is quenched. Get me out of my house, You take advantage of my helplessness."

"My shoulders, if left bare would never feel the snow melt, But would melt at either hungry or judging stares."

How does it feel to see your ripped parts loosely hanging to sides? Red-blue wires blatantly visible to eyes.

My hands Open the curtains of your being