What I Want

Making love is our key to express our affection. Your pleasure, artists strive to obtain such perfection. You are incomparable to the point I have to make concession Love falls short in its explanation to describe our mutual connection When we meet in secret, you are my possession For that timeless moment, I wish to quench my obsession I know you belong to someone and I have someone too But to measure love, it starts and ends… with you Love before and beyond you is old not new Frustration dictates that soon all that is done we must undo Sacrifice yearns the chance to give up all instead of being through All I want is to be with you.