Sex is a conversation

You once said,
'Sex, is a conversation',
Well then I wonder how we'd speak.
With muted sighs and tender cries,
Or something less oblique?

Before the talking starts, I'd take
Your shoes and walk your streets,
To see if blisters,
From our whispers,
Whisked you off your feet.

You once said,
'Sex, is a conversation',
Maybe I'm the quiet type.
I'll spin these words but speak unheard,
In case you spring to flight.

If looks could kill,
Then I'm a ghost,
Who floats from scene to scene,
Just passing through the passers-by,
Whose hearts you always win.

You once said,
'Sex, is a conversation',
If that's the case then I'm all ears,
But strings have tripped and tamed my tongue,
And I'm no puppeteer.

We know that what I write of,
Can never be displayed.
But if we sat,
And had a chat,
I wonder what we'd say?

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