Our fingers danced together
And bodies intertwined
Our breath a gentle zephyr
But you were never mine

Evanescent with a firmness
oh how you ran from me
I had never been more earnest
you had never been more free

A vivid evocation
A memory of form
A mutual ovation
The calm and then the storm

They were a living poem
Writ of secret, sacred words
Eyes locked with hers below him
The past and future blurred

Your fingers move like lightning
my skin, my mind is bare
and our time is ripening
a wedding fills the air

All I do is think of you
it's true, it's all I am
everything is over, still,
I want to hold your hand

Your laugh is sweet like mandarins,
locking fingers, eyes the same,
Your breath, a hundred violins
gasping as you came

What you don't understand is that *** and love should be together
You want *** for the pleasure of it, not the love of the other person
It's self centered that way, defeating the purpose of its creation
So no, I will not have *** with you just for fun, just for you
Because I am not in love with you, nor are you in love with me