fish me out
there is no doubt that
if
you are a catcher of men
you are meant to pull me in
i won't deny the pain of denying you
i won't let go of how i'm hiding
the longing
for the taste of you
and then
there is this
i am longing for your skin
i am wishing so hard it is yearning
to be let in
and the truth is everything is wearing thin
until allis fire
and i am sitting here
rising here in my sitting
and in my center
i want there to be nothing
but skin between us
weave us in that web
wrap me in your net