Don't be delicate except to dip your hands in my chest. That's something far different my friend. Those times when you own me and no one else does, not even me. I know that's wrong. But why would I take responsiblity when I only have to give you all the control you already crave. I love to give it you. Take a load off my heavy laden back. Off my hips full of preassure and my cluttered hands. Lift them up above my wide open, tender throat and mouth. Fill me with your voice, tremble in my belly and in ring in my bosom. I like to think you're brimming with sugar. You melt me and make me fly. Never let me down. You make me feel wonderful.