We're all longing for just a touch, just a glance, just a little love to hold us over till the next deposit
And I'm positive that I don't need your fingers on my body to know you want me
Yet I'm starving
Yes I'm hungry for connection of skin to skin interaction
Not a fraction but the whole enchilada
If I can't have you all, I don't want nada
Just please don't tear my dress
Its Prada
.....
Fine tear my dress, tear me open, leave me begging to be healed through osmosis
A subtle or gradual absorption or mingling
Hours late and my toes are still tingling
I can't quite put my finger on it
or my mouth around it but
You taste of pineapple and victory
I feel full and satisfied after having had my portion
Still I'm a glutton not for punishment but the pleasure of your pain
But first things first before I bury my body in yours
Before I get down on all fours begging for your assistance
Because I lost my breath somewhere between the car, the counter and the floor
I don't need to know if you love me
I don't need to know if you're faithful,
I do need to know if you've got a condom
And I don't need to know if you're not fond of em
I don't need to know if you're invested
BUT
I do need to know if you've been tested?