Makes me yours

In the seeping darkness

Claim my soul

Claim me as I cling to you.

As the swelling pleasure drived me foreward,

My hands roam your soul.

But am I real?

Am I hear?

Can you rest yourself beside me?

Am I here,

Can you rest yourself beside me?

Am I here

Can I feel—

Brush yourself inside me…

When you go, my face is dry.

But you know, so deep inside,

That I am reaching out

Through the darkness and cold…

I let you make me

With each breath you take

I want you on me

With every cry I make

But somehow, in it all,

I got confused…

And I mixed myself up with you.

But am I real—

Am I here?

Can you feel my fingertips.

The kisses in your hair?

Am I here,

Can I feel?

I want myself so badly…

But am I real?

Am I here?

Rest yourself beside me, baby.

Tell me if you hear

That single tear—

Let me be .real.!

Beside you…

“Real”