Love Intentions of the Mind
Lets tangle our human parts
In the bed of hope
That our lives will gain passion
The passion of a loving slope
As we kiss alone and together
And wonder how our lips taste so sweet
Our bodies will remain nether
Holding on to a fortified feeling and knowing defeat
Every time I hold your skin next to mine
I could see the chills grow down my chest
A feeling that so damn divine
That when done I lay with a loving rest
I just want to keep kissing your lips
As I hold on to your face
As you grip your hands on my hips
With intentions of the pulsing grace