Yours and Mine

Your hands as soft as cotton balls My hands colored like cheese balls Your hair I always touch My hair I can't detach Your eyes I miss each day My eyes I wash all day Your arms I caress and miss My arms I cannot twist Your neck I match with golden lace My neck I scratch and brace Your face I draw and chase My face I can't erase Calling your name is my password My name drowning in crossword Your wish is my command Mine is not in demand Your choice is always praised Mine is pleased, if not addressed How can we reach compromise When we're always in reprise?... Yours and mine are possessive Our titles not divisive Yours and mine are just the same If you'll only agree without shame Yours and mine are hearts in one Hearts beating, sweating under the sun More things can be said and done Until we're off or gone!