Make-Up Sex

I don't know if we love make-up Sex Or the arguments that precedes it It seems that our relationship Is based on fucking, fussing and eating We wake up f*ck Eat then f*ck Then before long We're back at it Fussing for no reason Until I lay you down Let my tongue go rounds Turning your words into heavy breathing Your breathing turns into screaming Followed by you creaming The harder we fuss The harder we f*ck Which turns into you sleeping Only to wake up and repeat it Arguing for no reason It's like fussing became foreplay And you convinced yourself That you need it To be honest Some times it's me My patience get weak My communication skills lag But comes alive whenever in the sheets So you're force to pick you poison But unfortunately We're great whenever we are engaging In Intimate relations But not so much whenever we speak Maybe we're better as friends with benefits But that concept You're not so into it Maybe I should seek therapy To discover the softer side Of being intimate Maybe we should both go And make an effort to solve Some of our problems But tonight my only resolve Is to f*ck you deeper And eat you harder