Body-therapy

Slide your hands on the satin of my skin
kiss me 'till I'm floating 
on the cloud of dizziness
stare deep into the emerald of my eyes, 
and let me hold nothing back.


Let me open to the
bottom of my wounded soul
and if I don't
 - if I can't - 
don't leave me.
Demand me,
the way only you can.
Make me,
and I will.