Peter Kingsbery What You Are
You're drunk on wine Your face is flush You're burning up with fever Just to be touched To feel like a goddess Of pleasure and pain When flesh meets flesh Baby, we are all the same What you are What you are is just A little girl What you need Is someone to lean on What you feel What you feel is nothing Of this world A star to dream on You're much too bold You're much too wise You're missing this warm mouth Kissing your thighs A thousand emotions All black and white By the tip of a tongue You lose the fight What you are What you are is just A little girl What you need Is someone to lean on What you fear What you fear is nothing Of this world A star to dream on You turn on the heat The hotter it gets Gets harder to breathe You want to be wanted