Not So Fast

If I gently surrendered to your lips from mine,

Where a thousand females had been a million times

If I squeezed, squeezed, squeezed your hand in rhythm

Would you squeeze mine back three times in sum

If I put my heart on paper each day but refused to send it

Would you pick my heart’s shattered pieces up and carefully try to mend it

I guess what I’m asking upfront

Is after tonight who will bear the brunt

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