I belong to no one;
that is the brick of love I’ve
afforded myself
I belong to no one,
and neither should you
For you want too much
She needs too little
Between her rock,
and your hard place,
I sense we’d all be happiest
You’ll talk with your eyes
I’ll whisper with my fingers
And, pretty soon, every move
you’d considered a contingency
will have given up the game
As I slide down your throat,
you will drip from my chin
It will seem like the limit,
but Heaven forbid that we should
begin speaking as well
Because the lies bring no honey;
they are but desperate bees
And the sticky truth
on sweet offer is this:
I can love you better
I can love you both
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