Bed of roses letter to
my future wife…
“I want to lay down on
bed of roses and be close as the holy ghost is” that was Bonjovi , I want to be
closer that’s than holy ghost thats just how we are how we role, a Crazy type of love that had me on my knee’s praying to Mr God
thank him that you’re in my life that your my wife, and for strength not kill you crazy ass when you get heated , you
love to push my buttons and drive me insane test my limits, the
confessions of a love that doesn’t leave
“I love you’s” and lips dry from random deep tongue kisses for the grave (no not us all in) , this
thing the “we” is leaving earth on empty, no regrets, you make mad so we we can have make up sex ,
we don’t even know what we were arguing about teeth marks on my neck and
shoulders , nail marks so deep in my back I bleed type sex type love, lying in bed
after a lot cuddles and laughter “I love you boy” “ back at you” we are a simple complex. People
think we are lying when we say loving each other is important than our pay cheques,
the during the week shoulder and foot rubs , Friday night slow dances to Motown trances
arguing about the first name of our unborn bub, late night Sunday getting ready
for a hectic week deep conversation we soaking in the tub, whisper “I love u” “I
love you more”… (laughter)…
you know what it is …we getting older but we
still living that young love, we have sex in morning that start of our days
story morning glory, in the afternoon lunch time quickies , did I mention the build up to our late night session, and we try
and squeeze in a 4th somewhere in day to make sure no stone was left un turned we ain’t saving
nothing for the grave, it’s not that we rabbit nor sex addicts this type of
love is hot and needs to express itself, we just choose a fun medium, “ I love
the way he look at me like Goddess he makes me feel special after all this I more
in love with him”… yeah I love the way you make me, sleep in my favorite tee shirt
two nights in a row and take it of me the night before , you sleep in and call me up in it when I away
on tour … every morning before you put on your mask, natural beauty I bask in
light of true original I think of how I am
breathe away a legal criminal, you’re a master piece and yet I get to witness a master piece evolve and become more master piece, A rose
your simple complicated layers of petals some perfect same damaged, some here
to stay some will fall away, evolve as
the season change its called , natural beauty I try and evolve you see our love the “we” has deep range, you
blossom you bloom light smell essence that change my hearts rooms, winter it
fall off awaiting the rebirth , I try and remind you every day who you to my me understand your worth…
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