The Same Old Love
by SLR
The love for me was already shown.
That is what made falling in love so easy.
A piece of my heart was whisked off to a place.
A place my heart will forever belong.
They say that music soothes the savage beast.
Why must you taunt my heart so?
Blatantly; by calling it out of its name?
It deserves so much more respect.
Do you even know its journey?
Can you recognize its path within my eyes? My soul?
My love patterns may be primitive and savage but I can honestly say that we are kindred spirits.
Our rhythms are in sync; but can be oh so off.
A conundrum we are.
Making interesting love.
Soul-wrenching climaxes fill me.
My ears are the orifice.
Staying wet.
Keep pleasing me.
Harder.
Softer.
Stimulate me.
Your methodic symphony aids my gyrations.
Pulsating.
I am your slave; do with me as you will.
You have me.
Your essence spills within me.
Double penetration.
The best head; I meant mind...body...soul connection.
Give me your speaker.
We can make it public or private.
Which ever way you deliver.
I want it.
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