My Mind Is the Tool

This muscle between my legs
is good for fertilizing your eggs,
but it will never make or break
our love affair.

Although it gives you great pleasure,
and those moments I do treasure,
it will never be the main
way to show I care.

Thus, revealing the fat,
that sex is just an act,
and love is never
anything one should fall into.

It may be big firm, thick, strong
it may even last long,
but never as long as the images
I leave of me, in your thoughts.

I feel you sister,
when you say all the other misters
never took you there,
but it aint my fault.

I love to touch, I love to feel,
but first and foremost
I love to keep it real
you know this to be true.

Although our physical acts
bring you the ultimate climax
my mind is the tool
that I'll use to make love to you.

Wondrous emotion
in a mixed up love potion
a combination of mental and the physical.

Some might think that cybersex
is along the same lines as the text,
but no-
that's way too digital.

1-900.... you know the rest
or at least by now you've heard.

Verbal stimulation
via phone conversation
make me laugh its so absurd.

I need you close to me
saying something, or saying nothing,
so long as
we're sharing the same breath.

This muscle in which I've  been speaking
is good for steady freaking
but the thought I leave you with
will last til death.

Nothing is sweeter
than when a woman knows her man needs her,
and a man who knows his woman
needs him too.

Let me say in closin,
its you that I've chosen
and my mind is the tool
that I'll use to make love to you.