You come up behind me
& Put your hands on my hips
The blood is rushing
My heart pulsating
Thunder in my veins
And lightning in the ceiling
Lay me next to your whiskey bottle
And trace my lips with the drops so slow
Hold me under your body
And keep control
Whatever I want
Keep it out of reach, so slightly
If you want me to stick around
Then keep me in pain
I crave the blood, the tears
And I bond in the tension
I need your resurrection
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