laying into u could be the usual...
should be the usual...
but you want protection...
so with that...
my arms are open with all the answers like the bible...
everything i say in these moments are italicized and to never let go of you, and you i.
nothing i say is to mislead miss lady.
i'll be the bubbles, the temperature, the waves, the ripples, the tides, the suds, the rinse, the wash, the wipe, the candles, the melt, the everything in these arms if your day, week, minutes, seconds, etc... have been so overwhelming that i'm to sacrifice my desire to be held and give muscles down to the heart valve to pump into you so that you know youre felt, heard, seen, safe, SURROUNDED, and have permission to be more soft than where your future children will come from.
and if not i'll adapt so you can adopt a love you didn't come from.
i'll change how we lay and change how i hold you so that when you wake you chase what was felt between us, or give that UNSPOKEN love that a braille PROFESSIONAL longs to run their fingers across.
granted this is just words. but step into my office and allow me to officiate the rules and regulations to overcome humps of trials and tribulations.
may my brothers commend me by looking at you
and your girlfriends laugh at your refreshment.
beverage? mint? tea?
that smile of confirmation that everything's okay in eachothers absence.
that.. we've parted ways with knowledge that a bitch can still bark on all fours and know her way to me.
and i'll chase the same kitten because the purr is a vibe that'll make you tuck that little product away.
if looks are deceiving with my size then let me grow into you. let this height take flight when you close and open your eyes to YOUR pulse.
i'm here to assist what you long long long long for.
it's a hold where you can bawl in to a ball pre, or post, or to never do either and just BE.
laying into you could be the usual, but at these moments it's for me to take charge.
a charge that the red sea doesn't see coming, the red lights are deactivated and there's not a kilometer of traffic in this conglomerate and rendezvous for two.
my arms, hands, chest, fingertips, thighs, and other nameless muscles are yours.
the day is over, until the day is starting again.
lay with me.
