I miss the way things used to be gentle
when fornication was sweet
and you felt why it would be called making love
When did it become just a primal thing you did
with people who couldn't say they love you
I can't say there's no passion
but I want to be more than a receptacle
for someone's leftover cathartics.
What happened to our slow dances
and all the joy of teasing through shy glances
How did we get right to being tied up
and the company of toys and afterthoughts
I thought you knew I only wanted you
without the adornments and games
there's a world of things we haven't done yet
with our bodies you've yet to whisper my name
But now there's no healing to this ***
and I miss the way things used to be gentle.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
I miss the way things used to be gentle
when fornication was sweet
and you felt why it would be called making love
When did it become just a primal thing you did
with people who couldn't say they love you
I can't say there's no passion
but I want to be more than a receptacle
for someone's leftover cathartics.
What happened to our slow dances
and all the joy of teasing through shy glances
How did we get right to being tied up
and the company of toys and afterthoughts
I thought you knew I only wanted you
without the adornments and games
there's a world of things we haven't done yet
with our bodies you've yet to whisper my name
But now there's no healing to this ***
and I miss the way things used to be gentle.
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