I know there is no shortage
of what I have to give
but I need someone
who knows how to use it
to take me as I am now
illusions stripped away
and nothing left but the loving
So take me to your body
and take me to your heart
and take me to those places
you've been hiding
so I can really see you
and touch and glorify
so I can really love you
Love's illusions are gone
and I'm not a girl I'm a woman
Love's illusions weren't wrong
but now I want the real ,
the real, the real thing!
© 1984 by Marienne Kreitlow
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