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Look her in her eyes, as if you were trying to snatch the orgasms out of her soul without a single touch just so you could give em back to her with your thrusts, tongue wrestle with her as if you are both deaf from busted eardrums and this sign language is the only way y’all can communicate, pick her up in the air and throw her against the wall as if this was flight 205 and her destination was to see God whenever she called your name, grab her around her neck to snatch her breath, all while you continue to pump oxygen into her with pelvic compressions, see there’s a lot of lessons in making love, but what does love make, it makes more than humans that are cradled for nine months in a chamber that is sacred, love makes you crazy, it is damn near like being in a straitjacket tucked away in a padded room, you wanna escape sometimes, but you get accustomed to being wrapped in that jacket and it feels good, love is being black and pumping gas in an all white suburb at two in the morning, in a lexus with nice rims, dressed in a white tee and baggy jeans and then the police roll by, love is ***ing scary, love is being at the supermarket with a cart full of groceries including bombcap’n crunch and hot pockets for your lunch, the cashier rings you out to $70 even and all you have is $69.50, with no change in the bowl by the cashier, love can piss you off, love is that mutha***a in the back of a crowded elevator that’s going up to the fifteenth floor from the fifth, and then he s his pants and now everyone smelling gas, love makes you sometimes say...really, but that’s really love, it’s more than an emotion, love is more than an action, it’s merely more than four letters, love is that that’s makes you do better, and they say it’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved and all, Well excuse me for my french but I don’t like to lose , even when my nephew beat me in a video game when he was six, I wanted to kick his ass, see when I fall in love I want that to last, I want her to wake up to premade bubble baths, I want love so powerful that I fear going to sleep because of the dreams I may have of losing her, I fear waking up and seeing that I’ve lost her in my sleep, I fear I may have to bury what I invested into, cause it sucks when love can no longer see you, and I guess it’s true what they say that love is blind, so I tattoo my backside down my spine in braille, just so she can feel the feelings that I have for her whenever she consoles me, I want her love to touch my soul, I want her fingerprints to mark my body like a crime scene with the only evidence left being soaked sheets, cause that’s what love makes, the ability to make love on a daily, mentally and physically
