Shaking, alone, missing her lips...
Shaking, under the covers missing her back...
Waking alongside her leaning inside her
Simple words - simple movements - passion is forever just don't let the flames turn to dust too soon.
Lips of fire - love or desire - is she looking at me or just staring?
Beauty is simple, desire is human but love is a blessing.
Don't waste it - don't destroy it - just be there and love.

Desire is quenched when your lips touch hers.
Love is a blessing, don't turn it into a curse.
Desire is a need to feel another heart beat.
Love is for you, for you and me.

I love you aren't just three words - they are admissions of surrender.
They are the 3 keys to unlock the inner self that we try too hard to conceal.
There is no feeling taken for granted such as love...