I love it when we do it,
You do it like you believe it,
Able to give and receive it with openness.
Emotions just spill,
I’m giving you something that you can feel.
It’s hard to stay still,
Rubbing your desires up against mine,
I feel you shaking and I’m thinking that next time,
My fingers on the hook of your neck,
Deep in your eyes is a look of respect,
Soft wet brown sugar mixed with cinnamon
Said you learning to trust men again
If this is love, made our self, is made for you to feel empowered
At the same time helpless.
You dealt with a lot,
and your screams and moans
something about you go off, and I see I’m home.
For we don’t have to think no more,
It’s synchronicity and raw,
And this is what I came here for,