Tell me what you're thinking. Tell me anything that flashes across the dendrites of that brilliant brain. Tell me this weird idea you had. Tell me about the celebrity you met once. Tell me about your dog. Tell me what you do for a living. Tell me about the trip you went on as a kid. Tell me why you love your favorite movie.
Tell me your hopes. Tell me your wishes. Tell me your urges. Tell me your dirty fantasies, the things you daren't mention to anyone else, your deepest darkest desires that dance delightfully in the depths of your dreams. Tell me why you haven't made those fantasies a reality. Tell me how you're going to fulfill them and when. Tell me that I feature in some of them. Tell me that I'm flattering myself.
Tell me who and what you are -- whither from, where bound, what drives you. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. Tell me what you must have but fear asking for. Tell me why you fear it. Tell me what else you fear. Tell me what makes you strong and proud and hale. Tell me what makes you weak and whimpering and willowy. Tell me what tears you apart. Tell me what reconstructs you, what makes you soar, what sets your spirit bouncing like a ball in a tight spiraling rebound.
Tell me you love me. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you revile me, want me, can't stand to be me without me, don't ever want to see me again. Tell me you long for my touch, tell me you came five times last night fantasizing about that touch, tell me you came five more times after your dreams of the following night.
Tell me you're mine, now and forevermore. And I'll tell you the same.