So you piss me off. You know. I hate every word you say. Little lies you reuse day after day. Yet I love them, and I love you. And they're not lies, just feeings we share. Twisted and tangled like your fingers in my hair. You know that they are. My skin burns each time you bite that spot just right below my head, there, on my neck, and you connect my face to yours. And I'm bound to you, my heart soars. Electric heat and light. One last bite. Wet little tongues and baby teeth tug at my earlobes and caress that tender heart beating in my fingertips. You know I want you. Just a little. If I let you hold me closer and the stars fade behind your eyelids and your fingers slowly lose that grip you hold my hand so tightly with, will you let me sleep in that nook between your head and heart and touch my face and kiss my hand and lay me down; too weak to stand? Fill my dreams to the top with you and that sweet smell I cling tightly to and take the blanket and tuck me in and make me feel alive again. Just a little. Maybe more. 'Cause With you I'm never sure.