strip me
of all inhibition
I give you permission
to derail me
frail me
will be strong enough
for you to lean on
to break up
to hold
call me
into submission
in any position
you can think of
speak of
dream of
dreams never so sweet
I think...
laughter, tears
you burn
my chest
you bring out my worst
you are the best
I think...
strip me
I'm not Drunk
I'm Tipsy
I think...
© Tia Clarke 2009
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