You kiss my lips and I know
I need you inside of me now.
Here we are doing this again,
Though I don't know why or how.
When it's over, I look at you.
There are so many things I see.
But I have to wonder what you're looking at
When you stare back at me.
For me, this is an addiction,
It's something I have to do.
Can't you just once tell me the truth?
What is this to you?
It's not about the sex:
It's about your eyes
It's about the way you feel
It's about your lies.
It's not about the sex:
It's about your kiss
It's about the touch of your hands,
And how I come with a hiss.
I wish it were that simple,
And that you didn't feel it, too.
But it's not about the sex
It's about me and you.
Here it goes again.
You're walking through my door.
And it doesn't really take that long
Our clothes are in the floor.
I wonder if you're so happy now,
What are you doing here?
And why would I do anything I can
Just to keep you near.
What are you in this for?
I'm just here to feel
The touch of the man that loved me before.
I wonder if you're real.
It's not about the sex:
It's about your hands
It's about the way my body feels
When you make your demands.
It's not about the sex:
It's about your lips
It's about the smell of your skin,
The touch of your fingertips.
I wish that I knew how to stop,
Some way to break free.
But it's not about the sex
It's about you and me. |
Submission Name: It's Not About The Sex
