Sacred … our time together is
called the phone off, ride or die sawed off “is she crazy?” well ? sought
of, after work shoulder rubs coconut oil
in the hands just to get her clothes off .
We
fix it that love and bolt love no tricks versioned after netflix nor the quick
fix, in a generation that’s throws away anything Brocken we invested to much “us”
so we fix it .
Like
the “Carters” we go ape shit, my smile is inspired my sanity got fired and my
tongue confessed telling you “your beautiful in more than one way” tell here I never
get tired…
What
we have is primitive , I gain the world and kiss the universe the less that I take
and the more that I give, I love you like a savage we don’t do luke warm because when I look at
you on your soul feel with you your anything but average , wide eye blind I walked
into this marriage. They don’t “us” the 11 plus love because when they (the
world) look at each other they stop
counting at 10, they love to talk it while we walk it the homie lover friend ,
resurrected because for this us I would
die and come back to fall in love with again, laughing in my head “mr Godz the
prayz answered”, the sound of that last kiss
before we sleep my amen…
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