When you love it should pump like your heart
Subconscious and smoothly.
Filling up to all the corners of your body
Subconscious and readily.
You shouldn’t have to force it out,
Or make out like your trying,
like you feel as though you might
be dying with every squeeze or beat.
Like the clouds that drift across the sky
thats how you should love me,
Like the water flows round coral corners
thats how you should love me
Like the fire that burns on wooden sculptures
that is how you should love me.
It should be easy,
Not trying, don’t fight for it
Die for it.
Just love me like your heart pumps
Subconscious and easily.
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