But when you’re inside me,
I’m dying
From how you push through me,
Too much inviting, no denying,
I’ve given up
On becoming
More than enough
For more than I have.
I’m yours and all you’ll need now.
Your fingers, lingering,
Touching on me, squeezing,
Freezing me up.
Your lips on mine, moving down to my cup
That runs over; you run over,
Softly too much.
