you don't have to move, you don't have to speak,
lips for biting.
you're staring me down, a glance makes me weak,
eyes for striking.
now i'm twisted up when i'm twisted with you,
brush so lightly.
and time trickles down and i'm breathing for two,
squeeze so tightly.

what makes the one to shake you down?
each touch belongs to each new sound.
say now you want to shake me too,
move down to me, slip into you.