Perhaps ...
"...Perhaps the best foreplay ever is to wait and pray for your safe return home when you're away
And what a turn on it is to imagine you in my arms, with your familiar scent overwhelming my senses after a long lonely day ...
My fingers are best equipped not to caress your naked body to bring you to the verge of orgasm, but to cook and bring breakfast for you in bed
Perhaps giving you head has always been momentary, my mouth is more suitable for deep conversations with you at late hours instead ...
Crushing you beneath me might be pleasurable, but my chest is for you to snuggle in, to feel safe
Though I love to hear you moaning my name, but if my ears don't miss hearing your heartbeats it's better they be deaf ...
If I can't lay beside you gasping for breath as we laugh like crazy, getting laid by you is not something about togetherness
If you couldn't fall asleep feeling safe in my arms what we did moments before wasn't love making, it was just sex ...
Perhaps when you're away and I miss you is the time when I feel more horny in my heart than my groin ever felt the fire
Perhaps it's love for you that turns me on, not your naked body or your face dripping desire ...
My heart pounds the most when you are sobbing in my chest, not when you try to arouse me physically
Perhaps it's love that pounds for you all the time in my ribcage, it's not my heartbeats really ...
Perhaps sex is something just for a change, to spice up our love that's pious and divine
Perhaps your demon too dances well with me, like your Angel loves to dance with mine ...
Perhaps we fuck to appease our demons that get all fired up with our day long foreplay
Perhaps I fuck to hurt you that I can't think of doing all through the day ...
Whole day we spend in loving each other, and we spare such a small time making love
Perhaps we love each other so much that our love is like breathing and love making is just for fun like sometimes we laugh...
It's reaching the peak of love, it's like the last couplets of poetry before for the day love falls asleep
Love making is like a semicolon in our love, after what we rise to fall again, even more deep ..."
Credit: intimateheartconnections
"...Perhaps the best foreplay ever is to wait and pray for your safe return home when you're away
And what a turn on it is to imagine you in my arms, with your familiar scent overwhelming my senses after a long lonely day ...
My fingers are best equipped not to caress your naked body to bring you to the verge of orgasm, but to cook and bring breakfast for you in bed
Perhaps giving you head has always been momentary, my mouth is more suitable for deep conversations with you at late hours instead ...
Crushing you beneath me might be pleasurable, but my chest is for you to snuggle in, to feel safe
Though I love to hear you moaning my name, but if my ears don't miss hearing your heartbeats it's better they be deaf ...
If I can't lay beside you gasping for breath as we laugh like crazy, getting laid by you is not something about togetherness
If you couldn't fall asleep feeling safe in my arms what we did moments before wasn't love making, it was just sex ...
Perhaps when you're away and I miss you is the time when I feel more horny in my heart than my groin ever felt the fire
Perhaps it's love for you that turns me on, not your naked body or your face dripping desire ...
My heart pounds the most when you are sobbing in my chest, not when you try to arouse me physically
Perhaps it's love that pounds for you all the time in my ribcage, it's not my heartbeats really ...
Perhaps sex is something just for a change, to spice up our love that's pious and divine
Perhaps your demon too dances well with me, like your Angel loves to dance with mine ...
Perhaps we fuck to appease our demons that get all fired up with our day long foreplay
Perhaps I fuck to hurt you that I can't think of doing all through the day ...
Whole day we spend in loving each other, and we spare such a small time making love
Perhaps we love each other so much that our love is like breathing and love making is just for fun like sometimes we laugh...
It's reaching the peak of love, it's like the last couplets of poetry before for the day love falls asleep
Love making is like a semicolon in our love, after what we rise to fall again, even more deep ..."
Credit: intimateheartconnections
