Sex is
Sex is summer time,
pools, beaches, and the smell of tanning oil.
Sex is an instant high,
a surge of every emotion jumbled into one act.
Sex is the one thing you always want,
but have to act like you don’t.
Sex is fun, funny, sometimes can be down right hilarious!
Sex is that girl,
you know...
yeah,
that girl.
Sex is here,
could be there,
yep I’ll try over there too.
Sex happens on random,
when drunk or high,
I guess sober too,
it’s better high though.
Sex is a closeness shared with that person,
that no matter what the future holds you will be linked with her.
Sex is passion,
hand grabbing,
neck biting
hair pulling,
up against the wall,
back scratches,
raw...
Sex is passion,
hand in hand,
soft gentle butterfly kisses on the nape of her neck,
hand slowly trails from her neck to her inner thigh,
push her hair back to gaze into her eyes that look like emeralds,
slow breathing,
Time doesn’t matter,
her kiss does.
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My very first poem I ever wrote.
