I know what i have
I'm aware it should feel like the moon and stars were hung.
Just for me.
By her.
That doesn't stop my heart from wanting more.
My brain, my sanity, my focus
They've been tied to my heart's hip as it runs
Head first into the cyclone
The cyclone of wanting more
You can't see it
And I want to tell you
I want to look into your diamond eyes as I say,
"Can you hold me a little longer? Please?"
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
I know what i have
I'm aware it should feel like the moon and stars were hung.
Just for me.
By her.
That doesn't stop my heart from wanting more.
My brain, my sanity, my focus
They've been tied to my heart's hip as it runs
Head first into the cyclone
The cyclone of wanting more
You can't see it
And I want to tell you
I want to look into your diamond eyes as I say,
"Can you hold me a little longer? Please?"
Don't we just love being touch starved?
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