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I wrote an essay about what I wanted in a woman. From memory I tried to distill this essay into poetry. The poem has less dimension than the longer work, but I'll take poetry over an essay any day of the week.
I left this as vocals only. If anyone wants to create a musical backdrop to it, feel free to run with it.
I left this as vocals only. If anyone wants to create a musical backdrop to it, feel free to run with it.
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Lyrics
What I Want
I want you to be my pornography.
I want to take you home
and make you my own.
I want a kiss to the wrist
and the back of my hand.
I want to taste your flavors,
be infused with you,
take you inside and know you,
through and through.
I want to explore your body,
find places no other man has been,
(virgin territories) if there are any left.
I want you to say I do,
and be my wife, my blood,
my bones, my soul, my life.
I want you to be my bedroom slut,
and the perfect mother
to our sons, our daughters,
my Madonna, my whore.
I want to show you off
to friends and strangers,
play dress-up and doctor,
take you out in leather and lace,
wire and cuffs, put you over
my knee and be your teacher,
fill the world with envy.
I want to sleep with you
by my side, year after year,
grow old together, forever,
an eternity of you.
I want a name to summon you by,
and to hear my own in turn
dripping from your tongue.
I want the courage to say hello.
I want you to be my pornography.
I want to take you home
and make you my own.
I want a kiss to the wrist
and the back of my hand.
I want to taste your flavors,
be infused with you,
take you inside and know you,
through and through.
I want to explore your body,
find places no other man has been,
(virgin territories) if there are any left.
I want you to say I do,
and be my wife, my blood,
my bones, my soul, my life.
I want you to be my bedroom slut,
and the perfect mother
to our sons, our daughters,
my Madonna, my whore.
I want to show you off
to friends and strangers,
play dress-up and doctor,
take you out in leather and lace,
wire and cuffs, put you over
my knee and be your teacher,
fill the world with envy.
I want to sleep with you
by my side, year after year,
grow old together, forever,
an eternity of you.
I want a name to summon you by,
and to hear my own in turn
dripping from your tongue.
I want the courage to say hello.
TobinMueller
Great punchline.