When relationships begin
Sex
Even without intercourse
Is the core of it
It communicates
Emotions
That will leave us elated
But the smart ones know
It should leave you sore a bit
Because for it to be lasting
You have to welcome the pain
Truthful energy
Can never be tame
Be prepared to rub her
The wrong way
And let her tell you
How to make it feel better
I’m saying
Open communication
Eventually builds
To love for each other
Sex
Talks
Speaks
But no one will listen
To the impulse I first had
To my future
I wondered about
How her curves would mould
Into our future lives
The increase in my respiration
Was instinct
I knew her
And our conversation
That followed was deep
My mind was stimulated
By simple things
Like how she was taking her seat
When relationships begin
Sex
Is the core of it
I’m sure of it
The way my future
Touched me
When we met
Was what I was waiting for
Based on impulses
She let me feel her
Pulse
Beneath her shirt
Fully clothed
It was my imagination
I suppose
But then she wrote out her number
Said
“Call me tomorrow.
I’m curious to see
What you have hidden
Beneath those layers.”
And after she left
I continued to concentrate
On how and where she’d
Touched me
My chest
My lap
Were both constricted
Pulsing
Desiring to see her again
Make her my regular friend
Sounds like
The beginning of a relationship
Sex
The core of it