Inside of Me

But when you’re inside me,
I’m dying
From how you push through me,
Too much inviting, no denying,
I’ve given up
On becoming
More than enough
For more than I have.
I’m yours and all you’ll need now.
Your fingers, lingering,
Touching on me, squeezing,
Freezing me up.
Your lips on mine, moving down to my cup
That runs over; you run over,
Softly too much.