What It's About
Every time I see you or even talk to you my heart begins to pound.
Whenever I'm around you my body just gets this wonderful tingling sensation.
I become weak, wanting you to do things to me.
Wanting you to fell the way I feel.
Wanting you to love me.
But you don't. At least not now.
This friendship that we have is to strong to be ruined.
People say and think that when you have sex your emotions grow more towards that person.
I feel that too.
Sex is about love, it's about passion, it's about the friendship you have with that person.
It's also the power of two bodies, that God has created, and combing them into one being.
The feeling of being one isn't just wonderful but it's magnificent.
The beat of those bodies moving together is beautiful.
Sex isn't just some old thing you use every once in a while.
It's music to people's ears.
It;s made to be used everyday and every night.
Sex isn't just love.
Sex is friendship.
And you dear, are my friend!
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.