This muscle between my legs
is good for fertilizing your eggs,
but it will never make or break
our love affair.

Although it gives you great pleasure,
and those moments I do treasure,
it will never be the main
way to show I care.

Thus, revealing the fact,
that sex is just an act,
and love is never
anything one should fall into.

I may sound like a fool,
when I say my mind is the tool,
that I'll use
to make love to you.

It may be big, firm, thick, strong,
it may even last long,
but never as long as the images
I leave of me, in your thoughts.

I feel you sister,
when you say all the other misters,
never took you there,
but it ain't my fault.

I love to touch, I love to feel,
but first and foremost,
I love to keep it real -
you know this to be true.

Although our physical acts,
bring you the ultimate climax,
my mind is the tool,
that I'll use to make love to you.

Wondrous emotion
in a mixed up love potion -
a combination of the mental,
and the physical.

Some might think that cybersex
is along the same lines as this text,
but no -
that's way too digital.

1-900...you know the rest,
or at least by now you've heard.

Verbal stimulation,
via phone conversation,
make me laugh it's so absurd.

I need you close to me,
saying something, or saying nothing,
so long as
we're sharing the same breath.

This muscle in which I've been speaking,
is good for steady freaking,
but the thought I leave you with
will last 'til death.

Nothing is sweeter
than when a woman knows her man needs her,
and a man who knows his woman
needs him too.

Let me say in closin',
it's you that I've chosen,
and my mind is the tool
that I'll use to make love to you.

 
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