Spending Quality Time with You
It’s all I want to do
Spending Quality Time with You
In the real world is where we live, dear Asha, but at my core I wish it were otherwise.
I don’t seek to meet you as prey, but as an equal, blow you kisses that make you quiver.
You defer to me in many ways, let me pick the food or the vine.
Don’t quote me but I feel like our love is infinite, and I refuse to compromise by going out on a date with someone else.
The other beauties don’t touch my button so to speak, you and only you are the highlight of my life, pure but somehow bawdy.
Lying with you is the ultimate achievement; I only wish you didn’t circulate the way you do, as if you giving your body to all manner of men somehow will benefit the world.
Whatever you call our relationship it never bears abuse, we live in the modern era where the opposite is acceptable like how our bodies fit together, I more lean and you more voluptuous.
If I were to move to some suburb and start a bean garden, I’m afraid I would miss out on a lot of your lovegifts, somehow end up in a deficit of sex and suffer withdrawal symptoms.
I eat at the feast of your flesh and observe other traditions of a world where passion…
