making love on a bed
we were *******
and the love is a one way street
im on top and you moan "**** me"
while i bounce with love pouring and dripping around you
you didnt say my name but you repeated baby and it didnt feel like me
****
i love you
i whisper your name because my love has always felt like something that could be easily stolen
why wont you say my name?
am i no more credible than our *** that dances inside of me?
but for that short time you were apart of me
barely able to walk
i want round two
i love you, make me feel your love too