I want a cup of coffee
And I want you to love me
I want your soft hands exploring
The arch of my back
And I want your fingers to caress my protruding spine

I want you asking about my bones
Why they're so sharp, who made them that way
And if I use them to cut

I want you to show your mother my ring
And tell her how happy you are
I want it, your happiness, to absorb, consume me
I want to consume you

Your lust is not a replacement for your love
But I'll take anything I can get