__________by SoulPiscean
I love her innocence:
I love me some...
tentative
touches from the
tip of your
tongue
tenderly exploring my
tightness;
my first time as well as yours.
I love her intelligence:
I love me some...
after hour
phone conversations,
debating whether
Mumia will ever be freed,
if the irony of society will ever be seen,
or who loves who more: you or me?
And if it ever comes down to it, I’ll love listening to you breathe.
I love her confidence:
I love me some...
not caring what others think
whenever our fingers are linked,
the ability to emit your strength in your sashay,
and your faith even when mine seems blown away.
I love her lack of negligence:
I love me some...
special attention
and deliberate intention
of letting me know you care,
will always be there,
and ready to share
your life with me.
I love her experience:
I love me some...
simple
soft caresses
stirring
my soul,
some...
sensual
songs
sung
in my ear,
quoting: “I missed you,”
simultaneously
slicking my
slipperiness
because I missed you too.
I love her presence; her,
I love me some...
times when just the sight of you makes me weak in the knees
and I don’t mind falling.
Because...
I love me some you.
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