Your lips, my eyes
Your hands my neck
Things I wished you'd done
Your teeth my tongue
Those we'll never do
Live to dream
to die in wonder
in waking for you
Your fingures my music
You wrote I played
Your face my breast
My hand your heart
play when the concert is over
play when the music is dead
play when my hands are empty
play when your heart is red
Because
my soul is yours
your face is mine
Play
because I play for you
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