Deep in your frank brown eyes I see
The thing that waits to be shared by me.
No lyrical memories, no art
For us to recall when we're apart.
No aesthetic thoughts that we must share,
No confessions, no innermost minds laid bare.
Our spirits and souls lie dormant, hidden
While lust comes upon us, completely unbidden.
And this kind of love will not tire or vex
For there's really simply nothing between us but sex!