If you knew how to finger my soul, You'd never ask how many fingers could I take at the beginning- Two? Three- with the thumb sticking out Or whether I could take none, want none, Or take the entire fist...
If you knew how to touch my heart, you wouldn't need false promises Of moons and of stars, to tell me that you love me Or that promise if ever made, is always broken: I am never going to leave you alone. If you could kiss my dreams, you'd never have to lie about yourself- Establish your prowess, I am a tigress: I come with dry twigs and fierce cubs, Bloodied mouths and flesh stricken paws, If you loved me enough, the kisses would be honest: You wouldn't look away to find the hooks of my bra But all love is a yearning And I know you have a stone for a heart.