Making Love

It’s more than just a chance I want to take
It’s more because my feelings are a storm
I know that love is something I can make
I only have to find a body, warm
But when a body’s warm it has a heart
A heart, just like a sugarbowl in rain
will wash away before it can impart
its love, and then it’s only filled with pain
I’ll take a chance, because my heart is full
My feelings didn’t wash it all away
I’d rather make sweet love than something null
that treats my feelings like some game to play
A body, warm is soft; its heart’s within
But touching it will start with skin to skin.

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