This is written from a man's perspective to the woman he loves.
From Under the Sheet
I want to fill you up with the blood of my existence.
I want you to know what it's like to meet resistance.
I want you to hold our life in your arms
Even if it means I lose some charm.
I want to tell my friends that I'm good for something more
Than aesthetic things only faces have in store.
I want you to feel the beating of two hearts
Sharing a single body until the bodies part.
I want you to love someone other than me,
Someone we conditioned so that love could be.
I want to do this while you're in your prime,
But according to my toe ring, I haven't got the time.