Pretexting

After hours, no room for less

Used up, who gave you these senses?

I watch carefully to see how you land

I'm inside the breathing right where you dig your heels

How bad do you want it?

Would you let me own it?

Sit down on the floor

I don't want your words

Look at me like a dream; collective fantasy

Easy in infamy, my tribute to your touch

I remember it well

No gestures wasted

How bad do you want it?

Would you let me own it?