Land ahead
You claim to own me
Starting to really know me
The parts of me I don’t so easily share
I’m sick and tired of sharing
I’m so fucking tired of caring
And when I roll over
And you rub me in oil covered hands
Rubbing each muscle as hard yet soft as you can
Claim me
Like I am land
And you have finally touched land
After a long ship journey
Be still life
Stop this endless yearning
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