You're Mine - Diamanda Galas

I want you: you’re mine

Your face

Your eyes

Your lips

Your nose

Your hair

Your skin

Your smell

Your taste

Your blood

You’re mine

You’re mine

You’re mine

You’re mine

Your hand

Your arms

Your chest

Your back

Your ass

Your dick

Your legs

Your feet

Your sweat

No, not you teeth,

But I’m love them

When you get them baby

You’re mine

You’re mine

You’re mine

Jamél, Jamél, Jamél

I want your: You’re mine

Gimme some that