What if your broken/scared
heart stopped being afraid to feel and you gave your self-permission to heal
and love again, instead of seeing me as a “man” the enemy, I was the homie lover
friend at the risk of your wrath and rejection I come to you with my open heart
and true affection… in my smile softness see your reflection.
What if I was not so
hypothetical more than a thought deeper than a concept, flesh and bone embodied
by a spirit flawed like yours, what if I had a scent you could remember and my voice had
a tone to turn you on, I had insecurities and fears masked by a confident smile
and laugh and when I looked at me you knew you were my selection ... my strength but my weakness, you have feeling like boy smiling yet speechless
Crazy to think right? That
I might hold you all night and finish your last sentence when I say ….? And then
you say, bedroom play that isn’t fore play, intimacy which would actually be in
– to me –see moments of truth the just you and me, the stuff that legend folk
law and fairy tales are made of but wait heres my palm, its I real I have pulse
I have heart beat I am alive… and you have me
So here’s my secret, I am
a time traveller come to back to this moment right here right now just tell
you, in the future you will have jiggly bits that I will make them jiggle often
and when I do you will squeal in orgasm, you still look amazing to me after so
many years I will still find it hard to breathe when I am around you but play
it cool, I will slap that ass when you leave the room which will gross out our
children, and the impossible happened we love each other even more as times passes and re write we-story… my abs have faded but
you don’t care and even with hair that’s grey you still call me sexy… sexy …I came
all the way back to tell you we gonna be fine…
Hypothetically
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