I wanted us to love through the greatest
tragedies that came our way, trusting
in the feelings that we shared, understanding
that stressful situations were only a test
that came with a secret solution, that all we had
to do was stay loyal to the game and know that
nothing could break up the bond that we shared.
Our love was incomparable, flawless flashbacks
that had us swimming in elevated climaxes,
reminiscing on sweet and sultry dreams that felt
so tender embrace, lying beside you, basking
in your truthfulness, all the heated stages
that had us lowkey slipping like I was a drug addict,
high off the crack, smack, tab, incessantly applying pressure
to feel our heartbeat increase like the speed of a Lamborghini.
We made mad passion together, lost in the deep,
eternal rivers of nirvana, entangled in the coolness
and smoothness of our worlds merging, hungering
moments that were sheerly **** and supreme,
drinking Four Loko’s in our overflowing carnal solo flow,
coasting on the wings of thrilling avenues, easing into the
soothing nature of each other, the fullness in our souls
that told us that we were floating in unconditional ecstasy.
A love like ours was full of overpowering enchantment,
so many unrivaled poetic occasions, brimming with romance,
sinking in the lyrical lovingness of our flesh pressed
on each other, smelling your clean, masculine scent,
such a relaxing dwelling that felt like it would never end,
sharing our hearts as one, feeling so loved.