There is talk that you make me
Often very sexually tangible;
Saying you shall never forsake me...
Your nudity makes it arrangeable,
As your body press against mine.
As I docily massage your tongue,
As I display my all to whom I belong,
As I affably yank you closer,
As we prepare for riding a rollercoaster,
As you lie there trusting me,
As you let me pump into you continuously.
It seems odd in the beginning;
It gets better towards the ending,
When I grab your your breast
And I make sweet love with my best;
Sex is a work of art
Because I know how to do it by heart.