Don't take more than I have,
I'll love you, hard, if you can just leave well enough alone.
Everyone can see where your hands have been,
what ever happened to whispering quietly?
I won't take what you want,
if there ever was a moment, you never quite owned it.
Hearts beating on an empty gallon drum
sound more like crunching gravel than sweet percussion.
I can feed someone else,
shut my mouth so tight and preserve my tongue.
You'll never really know what's in my head when i'm above you,
even when I'm completely occupying yours.
Don't hold on too tight,
you could squeeze my breath clean out of my lungs
and leave my chest completely empty.
It's hard enough to fill me up at the best of times.
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