Love is such a fantasy
Until a new love is born.

The female’s fantasy:

Open your mouth and breathe with me,
Whisper your love deep down my spine,
Coax your mind into mine,
Let our bodies migrate, be free and entwine.

Save me a corner of an illustrious world
Where we live as one and as one we’ll be
Forever in love with our new found right
To care for each other and no one else,
Together we’ll be, just you and me.

So be the one, the one for me,
And I’ll be the one for you;
We’ll breathe together, for each other,
To cement our love as true.

The male’s fantasy:

Give me strength, give me lust,
Give me everything you’ve got,
Breathe at me heavily, breathe at me hot.
You’ll have the best of me,
I’ll have the best of you;
That’s the best we can do.

We love, we laugh, but most of all we cry
For a mind-bending time
Where we can do anything we like
But still feel like we’re breaking the rules.

We’ll have that time if we give it time
And we’ll relax and enjoy the time that we wait.
Our love cements us to breathe and wait.

The reality:

The questions, the trauma, the nights full of sex;
We wonder and long for the one we like best.
Are we enchanted by our joyful love now?
Or are we now digging at what’s cementing us down?

Love is no fantasy you have to believe,
It’s how we translate it,
It’s how we breathe.