Let Me Do You

I quite remember the first time I saw you,

Just as I am seeing you.

You were lying on your bed - virgin, and white.

Your butter-like thin skin enticed me,

As you held my gaze for a while.

In three steps or so,

We were closer than before.

I couldn't help but open you more.

My skin over yours didn't blend enough.

You're pure just as I wasn't at all.

But your touch beguiled me such,

That I couldn't leave you just.

I am sorry to permeate you wet,

With my breaks and my cuts,

And my impassioned love.

I am sorry that I will leave you,

Once I am done.

For I know,

Someone someday shall hear me through you.

And mend their broken parts.

So let me do you.

With all that I have,

Because that's all for you, I will have ever,

Dear, A white piece of paper.