Why don't you and I....
You know what I mean.
And if you think you don't,
use your imagination.
Lets go to another room,
and pretend that makes a difference.
Light a candle or two,
even though we don't need them.
Mahogany wood,
and thick red carpet,
A wooden fireplace,
unspoken elegance.
This is sexy,
and it is really hot.
But what defines sensuality?
There are so many shades of sex.
A winter night,
orange street lamps,
pitch black in the bedroom,
and warm beneath the blankets.
Summer breeze, and warm grass.
The sun has fallen from the sky,
and so has your shirt,
onto the inviting ground.
Rainy train ride home,
empty car, and a too full heart.
Only three more stops,
Better make it last.
The band playing gently in a corner,
your table tucked in another.
Two cups of tea forgotten,
growing cold, while you grow hot.
Three o'clock in the morning,
a tired face and a lonely car.
Two souls together,
straining against the morning light.
Childhood bed,
in the middle of the afternoon.
Silent as the grave,
because your parents are home.
The last row of a movie theatre,
watching some pointless drama.
Mystery and intrigue,
in your hands, not the screen.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Love is in the hands of the beloved.
Sex is only what you make of it,
and I want it to be beautiful.
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