It’s time we get back to the reality, of our initial fantasy; leaving social influences, to recapture the grassroots of intimacy
Tell me all your problems and the things troubling you; I need to know exactly what you’re feeling, so that I can feel it too
Tell me every little issue, don’t leave out one detail; it’s important for me to know these things, for our intimacy to prevail
Specific conversation is the grassroots of our communication; to provide the basis, for our sincerest, intimate deliberation
Talking about everything and nothing, feeds the our hungry souls; relieving the empty hunger pangs our intimacy unfolds
I’m not campaigning for sex but intimacy for love’s sake; if I should change my platform, it would be a very big mistake
We must return, to the way things used to be; away from all societal emotional failures, back to the grassroots of our intimacy