So the poem I wrote titled "Make Love Fuck Fight", is not soley about just having sex. Its what happens between a man and a woman when their mind, body , and soul are in sync with one another. When this happens there is no limit to the possibilties of what takes place during this time.
This is not the "bang bang skeet skeet I got my nut off and Ill see you next week" lol, but its a " Damn what is happening to me ? This person makes me weak. everytime hes in my presence I dont want him to go, when he touches me I lose control, he makes love to my mind , body , and soul. He has my heart and this no one else is capable to hold".
Its an experience where you anticipate your next encounter and when the two of you come together every thought, every I miss you , cant wait to see you is expressed in this type of love making . Atleast thats what it is for me.