I don’t want to just belong to your hands.
Or the parts of you aching of lust and desire.
I want my face to prance around the margins of your mind,
And my words to soothe the fragile parts of your soul.
I want to be on you,
All up on you
But you’ll soon forget the warmth of my touch
And the taste of my lips.
There’ll come a day when
Your groins won’t long for me
And my curves will cease to be
the subject of your fantasies.
When that time comes,
I hope you find me in your heart.
Flowing through your blood
And giving you life.
…I want to belong to your heart.