I wish to have sex
Not love
I wish to feel the rhythm of his hips
Up against mine
I wish to feel him breath behind my ear
Groaning as I whimper
Our voices become instruments
As every sweat glides through our skin, it becomes our audience
Never stopping cheering for more
I wish to have sex
Not love
To own him, to own that memory, to own that night
Our mind intertwined as one
Then soon, he leaves at dawn
My hunger has been fulfilled
I wish to have sex
Not love
I don't trust 143
Because every time I have sex
The room will always remain cold
But I wish to have love
Not sex
Because love shows the innocent lies that become an illusion to the mind
And I wish to live a fantasy
Rather than a reality
