Can you not Spare a soft word You look at her With devouring eyes Grasp her in your arms Pull her close Anger when another dares touch But yet You do not speak Not what she needs to hear Tell her she is beautiful When you hold her near Speak not only with actions at hand You are woman, I am man When you stake your claim For the world to see Lean towards her ear Whisper you are mine my dear Be not only a lover of the flesh Speak that she is tantalizing When both you mesh It should not be hard To utter the sound From your gullet Out of your mouth Those lips produce Ectasy abound Create more With words from whence for
So lightly. Feels softly. My pillow so delicately. Our conversation goes deeply. Your honesty sounds like a symphony. I like you naked personally. Touching skin feels intensely heavenly.