But when you're inside me, I'm dyingFrom how you push through me, Too much inviting, no denying, I've given upOn becomingMore than enoughFor 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 cupThat runs over; you run over, Softly too much.
But when you're inside me, I'm dyingFrom how you push through me, Too much inviting, no denying, I've given upOn becomingMore than enoughFor 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 cupThat runs over; you run over, Softly too much.