Sunday, August 19, 2012

Making Love

Stop & pay attention
I want to make love with you
& I don't just mean the bump & grind
I mean, I want to create a force with you
A power that can be felt from miles away
I want to make a blanket of happiness with you stitched together by the tears and the hurt and the pain because I know that the path we created through the heartache is the mold that holds us together
I mean, I want to swallow your sorrows and twist them up inside me just so I can release the familiar warmth of Sunday dinner ; of granny in the kitchen cooking grits & frying chicken ; of that blanket we lay under in the summer time with AC on just to create a year long cuffing season that pales in comparison to the eternity we are facing fingers laced and hearts intertwined
I mean , I want to run naked with you into freezing water because that way I'll be imprinted in your mind until.....forever
And when I say I want to make love with you
I mean I want you to do that thing where you squeeze my body and smother me with kisses
I want you to tell me you're afraid to die without me because you may be afraid to ask God to bring me along for the journey
I need you to hold me when the world get crazy & people get mean & my nerves get shaky
But see when I say I want to make love with you I really mean I want to gaze into your eyes just to see the butterflies & I want to touch you to feel the electricity between your skin & mine & I want you to kiss me so I can beckon you closer with my lips & I want to feel nothing but you against me so that we can experience the oneness that God designed us to create ; designed us to feel ; designed us to make ....over & over & over ...