I want to feel the need for you.
I want to feel the need from you.
I want to feel the need in you.
I want to feel the kneadin' you
Underneath my fingertips.
Bring that smooth, supple dough to my
lips,
'Cause I ache to feel and I hunger to
taste
Pleasure before and then after it's
baked.
I think you contain everything that it
takes
To keep both my most primal senses
awake,
and perhaps just enough to send them
back to sleep.
If the snack satisfies, how 'bout
staying to eat?
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