Pulling Touch - Poi Dog Pondering

You are a butterfly and my eyes are needles

The cold has your breast and my hand is on fire

You resting and reposing

My veins are pulsing

And nothing can cure me, but your pulling touch

And nothing can cure me, but your pulling touch

I’ll stretch you out, and lay alongside you

Run my hands along, devour and divide you

In the cool of the night, under a rain-pelted roof

Beneath cotton white linen, our love is spilt

Are you the cup that I hold by the cheekbones

I pull you close and I drink you up

Are you the cup that I hold by the cheekbones

I pull you close and I drink you up

I’ll stretch you out, and lay alongside you

Run my hands along, devour and divide you

I’ll stretch you out, and lay alongside you

Run my hands along, devour and divide you