...SO THE BRIDE SAID TO THE BEST MAN AS THEY WHISPERED IN A CORNER OF THE WEDDING:
never want to hear about your old lovers
never want to feel safe from doubt
want you in me, over me, deep inside
never without
how i want you
who are you
where did you come from
why do you always come back
when i die, will it end
you are a dark bastard
a rake, a mystery, a real man
you are the water
i dive into - cold, unyeilding
burning me alive
from the inside out
you are the bed
the smell, the rumpled sheets
the inescapable memories
of you holding, taking
me forever and ever
you've hurt me, you cried
when i hurt you
you left me, you take me back
you run far away
you sneak back and touch me
forever and ever
you bind me
i cannot get rid of the taste, the touch
i cannot live
without you
fovever and ever
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