[The title suggests what it is about. So if this isn't your thing, don't scroll down.. I won't mind the high page visits! B) ]
The moaning, the groaning, creates an aura in the air
but for hearts and sweet nothings... no room spare
A slight cringe when he thrusts her down
The plastic body of hers which forces a frown
Why is it called porn and not mating, again?
Would that be a sin then or a stain?
Maybe because its commercial and not to multiply
Only for show, terms and conditions apply
How many times have they done this..!
Their emotion inside is still a quiz
Not that anybody is interested to know
C'mon..why mess it up and break the flow?
Is it just the need for the body knocking
is it just the tongue and not the soul talking..
how much their need is... really?
for i try to gauge it and it just doesn't tally!
No this is not only about the paid one
I wonder this about every promiscuous home run
is it only the eleven minutes we seek..?
how can it be so meaningless.. something so mystique!
Why I ponder so much? because i am not their kind
my body is much integrated with my soul.. my mind
and when everyone stares at the blue without a blink
at the back of my mind.. this is what I think....
