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I want you when it rains because I like the way the water feels on my bare skin. Because the water makes me feel natural, real, alive. Because I can see us intertwined on the couch, talking to the rhythm of the water, no destination or place to be besides in one another’s arms.
You make love to me with the lights on
So I’m forced to face my own weird fleshy cage
But now it doesn’t feel like that
My body is no longer the asylum I can’t check out of
My body finally feels like that temple everyone talks about
And my God, do I want to be worshipped