I want to be loved.
Soul, mind, spirit, then body!
Start from the inside
Then to the outer shell.
To do it any other way
Opens a portal to hell.

Most have it all wrong.
They think sex brings love.
Not realizing that sex is temporal
But true love comes from up above.

Sex is bondage, a tying of the soul.
It can become an addiction; always needing a hit
The feelings fade… they cannot last.
But they are sometimes enough
To keep you stuck in the past.

Love is freedom, the liberation of hearts.
Freedom to be who I truly am.
Love is what I have always been;
What God made me from the very start.

Sex my body and bind my soul.
Love me fully and set me free.
Then I will be free enough
To want to be bound.
Heart to heart.
Soul to soul.