I know its been said before nothing much I say is new but has it been said to you? We want you, all there is of you just the way you are wouldn't change a hair not a line of your body nor an inch of your skin. You looked down at me, into my eyes turned to show me, result of my touch -- but in the dark, you close your eyes turn your head away from us; rare glimpses we've seen what's there, in your eyes, the hunger is beautiful. Those times you look at me with wide, clear innocent eyes remembering each of them my heart melts -- when you ask me if I want will I really: with you, to you, for you; the answer, always: yes, of course. With you, to you, for you from you: anything.