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 *******
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.