The words are bold,
showing this contains words,
that would be rather not be seen from
those who can't handle it.
It's not a matter of just getting descriptive,
and letting the mind run.
It's about the passion and the intensity
I want to share with the woman I love.
It's not a thought I always have.
These things do not stay with me constantly.
Perhaps perverse, but not for what it
actually entails.
Maybe it's about maturity and being
able to open up about this.
To speak what I think, instead of
holding back, and staying silent.
Yet the passion would burn inside,
and it would consume the mind.
It's expressing the feelings,
beyond the normality.
It's saying those words,
even though it might be considered devious.
It doesn't matter to me,
we all think it or desire it,
and it's me who is saying it out loud.
The thoughts of our explicit material.