Thinking about Love (2011)

There can be no love without sacrifice,

Fantasy can become your vice as one ponders paradise,

The stiletto heels,

The poltergeist snatch device,

The fondled furry frontier,

The massaged mind blend egos,

The atmosphere,

The always here even when she isn’t near,

Breathing in the same fears,

Questioning an existence,

At times wanting to disappear to escape the madness that seems so tragic,

Yet so moving in the magic,

Laid out on a country field,

The melodrama in molding mental hills,

A thrill when someone takes your breath away,

The words play,

And stumble upon one another like emotions,

Often stray,

The intercourse vibe so potent,

Love is revolutionary,

Evolutionary,

A sacred varied atonement,

It is where all the clones vent,

It is matter infinite,

Complex,

Yet simple and definite,

Cosmic,

All consuming,

Both consistent,

Inconsistent,

Lacks logic,

Layered and looming,

Her passion unseen,

The animalistic themes,

The aroma that makes us beings,

Immeasurable desire to hold,

It makes sense like keeping your newborn out of the cold,

The gargantuan is disrobed,

The boa probes,

Only the two of you know,

The travels,

The battles,

No more intellectual horn locking with rivals,

Pure survival,

She is yours,

This idea of idols,

Titles,

Ancient fuckery remnants quite tribal,

All collide with love’s almost suicidal revival of sacrificing the selfishness,

Leveling the kiss,

Shelving the piss for harmonic bliss,

The idea exist,

(let me take you on a ride)

Astonishing hypersonic thrusts to your essence,

Combination of love and lust in God’s presence,

You blush as orgasms beckon,

So in a rush for seconds,

So romantic on this weeknight,

The quest to fulfill our appetites,

Love’s inner light ignites,

Simmering liquids create life…