Sex is more than Sex

My brother Bim asked me if i ever had sex before, i replied no, but on many occasions i allowed my mind to make love. You see with these hands, i screamed at the top of my finger tips, to explain how much she meant to me. Something like the world, no the sun, because she is brighter than anything that i can put on her finger, and i bet the moon gets jealous at her crescent shaped smile, because when she speaks, i think of her touch, and she gets a standing ovation from the hairs on my neck as chill bumps rush down my chest as we lay having, sex, is more than sex. Because i can, take you out and pay for everything you eat but you can't appreciate every compliment that i speak. Because i like to express myself with much more than laying down but sometimes words get in the way like i laid my pen down, you see i think i was Adam, and i think she was Eve, and , I think I love you girl, like I know you love yo weave. But wait, that's impossible, but what's really possible, because my possible is yo possible and possibly. i can trickle my fingers down yo back in the tub, cause honestly. "I don't wanna be loved, I don't wanna be loved" because my time is expensive, but all you think about is partying and spending. And my love is self- sustained, and imma get yo name tatted on my heart cause yo hearts on my brain, because i'm thinking of your love, unconsciously dreaming. Been tryna ask yo hand in marriage, this i'm constantly scheming. They say when life gives you lemons, make some lemonade, well life gave me you, so love is what i make.