I Feed You Touch And Harvest Shivers

I feed you touch and harvest shivers
My fingers, they explore your skin
Push you, until your patience withers
Get you out of breath, rhythm

It rains outside, and in your mind
My voice seeps deep into your brain
My fingers help you tense, unwind
Yours hold onto the sheets in vain

I make you forget that you don't like me
My charme doesn't bother you one bit
Make you moan merely to spite me
As your legs they part, and split

You make me fight for any leeway
Dare me to make a mistake now
Dare me to rush, or try to delay
Dare me to reap what I did sow

I get so lost, in this your fury
The violence inside your glare
You are my judge, my peers and jury
To your ruling I adhere

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