You kiss me, I kiss you You grab me, I stroke you On we go, *** for tat Push inside Fill me up Stretch me out I cling to you, surround you, arouse you Still and slow at first and the pressure builds Harder and faster, till we're all skin, and teeth, and nails And the smack of my skin on yours It's a race You pull me, I push you You scratch me, I bite you On and on it goes Breath mingling, sweat mixing Till we both come panting, leaning on each other This is physical, the most carnal desire. This I understand. In this we are mere objects; animals moving solely on instinct. It's the occasional tender touches that confuse me. A soft kiss on my forehead, your hand seeking out mine; these baffle me. Sometimes I wish I knew your intentions, sometimes I wish I knew mine. Do I want more from you then the physical? Do you desire more from me? In my wondering sometimes I think it might be nice to have a part of you, and to give you something more of me. But you never ask and I'm reluctant to offer. Where are your layers? Are we deeper than this kiddie pool we've been wading in? What are we? You never ask and I'm too cowardly to offer. So we remain laying together, so close yet so distant.