This muscle between my legs is good for fertilizing your eggs, but it
will never make, or break our love affair.

Although it gives you great pleasure, and those moments I do treasure,
it will never be the main way to show I care.

This reveals the fact, that sex is just an act, and love is never
anything one should fall into.

I may sound like a fool, when I say my mind is the tool, that I'll use
to make love to you.

It may be big, firm, thick, strong...it may even last long, but never as
long as the image of me in your thoughts.

I feel you sister, when you say all the other misters, never took you
there, but it ain't my fault.

I love to touch, I love to feel, but first and formost, I love to keep
it real.

You know this to be true.

Although our physical acts, bring you the ultimate climax, my mind is
the tool, that I'll use to make love to you.

Wonderess emotion in a mixed up love potion...a combination of the
mental, and the physical.

Some might think that cybersex is along the same lines as this text, but
no...that's way too digital.

1-900...you know the rest, or at least by now you've heard.

verbal stimulation, via phone conversation, make me laugh it's so
absurd.

I need you close to me, saying somthing, or saying nothing, so long as
we're sharing the same breath.

This muscle in which I've been speaking, is good for steady freaking,
but the thought I leave you with will last 'til death.

Nothing is sweeter, than when a woman knows her man needs her, and a man
who knows his woman needs him too.

Let me say in closin', that it's you that I've chosen, and my mind is
the tool that I'll use to make love to you.