I Want To Have Sex, Like They Do In The Movies™
Your hand to my handYour touch sliding to mine
I want to know how this love can escalate
I want to feel the rush that we only get when two bodies meet, but are one
I have to feel your breathe
Blowing on my neck
Your grip holding onto me
Your body warmth yet so cold pressing against mine
Love is valued but isn’t expressed
I want to know the feeling of when two lovers love
This word that that’s thrown around called sex is simply just immature nature
But I wouldn’t want that
I want to be loved
I want you to show me what this love is
I want to make our love grow past four simple letters
As we watch the seasons come to a set
And watch the spring blossom our flowers, so beautiful yet so defying
I would like you to be my teacher of this so called love
But furthermore
For you to take what has already been taking, the one that has taken it hasn’t deserve it the way you do
We know that sex is nothing more than an action
To fuck is nothing more than a noun a verb, an explanation or the thing I say
But I want to make an adjective; I want you to show me how to love
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