Sophie B. Hawkins - 32 Lines 

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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

I?Š£l take your hand
Beyond the threshold
I?Š£l take your gifts
As art of fact
I?Š£l 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
I?Š£l tell you stories
Open my legs
I?Š£l read your mind
Open my mail
I?Š£l tell you?Š?e forty
You are my fate
I?Š? your design

I?Š£l lead you o?Š?r
The city burning
I?Š£l lead you home
To Provincetown
I?Š£l lead you down
The soft dunes yearning
You?Š?e 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?Š? stallion
I?Š? 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
You?Š?e my power
I?Š? your disgrace.