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My thoughts of you consumed me so yesterday that there I lay in a complete state of "catatonia."  There was a faint smell of begonias and daffodils but my will was so weak that I couldn't find the words to speak of the ecstacy that had been delivered unto me the night before.



My room door was closed but my pores were open from the tantalizing torture of your slightest touch.  True that for me it didn't take much since I was already diggin' you but you must admit that it takes an intuitive and passionate MF to hit all of the right spots!



I got hot, YESSS! I GOT HOT!  I got hot like volcanic rock.  Your kisses so deep and your lips so sweet that you didn't have to knock me off of my feet...I just fell.  I'm sure that if anyone were to touch me right now I would scream YOUR name because like DMX says, "It's not a game!"  I took that sexual ass-whooping serious but I'm curious to know how the hell did you go from 0-60 on top of me so fast that I thought I was gonna pass out.  Then I heard you shout and all I could think was, "Damn, is that what love is all about?"



Like I said, i just fell from your kisses, a slave to your wishes.  You could've had me washing dishes butt-naked with suds on my private place because when you did that flick your tongue thing you should've seen my face.  I started to sing in a pitch that was no where near baritone and a treble off from "bitch."



No disrespect intended but I got a little winded when we got to position #9 and all I wanted to do was lay back and stare at that nice, round behind that you kept grinding back and forth like you was mankind's solution to masturbation.



I remember when we met at dinner we sat and talked about your "situation" as I tried to contain the elation welling up inside of me.  Your dreams, desires, and needs were all within reach if you would only allow me to teach you what unconditional love sees.



I know that it's not my business to interfere but now that i know you for every tear you cry a part of me dies.  I want to be there for you, I want to take care of you but the nightmare that you hold on to is that whomever you choose won't live up to your expectations.



You've already surpassed mine.  It's no coincidence that I think you're fine.  Lips the color of our wine, complexion like smooth peanut butter and that behind...well, if I had to be subservient to you I know where I'd like to walk.  When you reached over and touched my hand as if to make sure that I did understand that your landing here was only temporary I asked you if they needed you back in heaven.  You chuckled and said that was scary because up until now you thought your life was alot like hell.