No Time For Love Making

Please, don't make love to me tonight,
I don't want a scene from those movies so bright.
Where gentle lovers dance in the softest embrace,
And beautiful music sets the perfect pace.

For years of love, it may work just right,
But for us, it's too soon for that tender delight.
In the moments we share, desire must ignite,
Hot and hard, desperate and quite tight.

Don't undress me slowly, with delicate grace,
Moan and writhe, unyielding, pick up the pace.
Why play it safe, when we crave something more?
Forceful passion, that's what we're here for.

Self-control is overrated, it's not what we need,
To tease with slow foreplay, we must all concede.
I'm already turned on, and oh-so-willing,
No need to convince me, I'm already fulfilling.

From the first touch, my legs tremble and quake,
Panting and wet, in desire I ache.
Don't tame my passion, with gentle caress,
Give me raw intensity, nothing less.

But if you still yearn for a tender display,
Calling me darling, hoping to sway,
Let's be honest, there's no love here,
No need for sweet nothings, let's be clear.

If it's not about the physical, then we're through,
No more illusions, no more me and you.
If we're not making love, then it's time to part ways,
No more games, no more delays.