each time we go out, i don't know what to expect.
when we get back to your house you say, "come on inside."
you sit on the couch and i in the chair,
you 'pat' right beside you and say,
"come sit here, not way over there."
pretty soon you're reclined, laying across me, you see
that's when i wonder, what it is you want from me.
last time, i spent an hour or more
just sitting, carressing, your back, and oh, so much more.
you tell me that you're only interested in sex
but i'd really rather get into the heart in your chest.
i think more of you than just a meaningless tryst.
i want emotion before sex... of this, i insist