Zoned Out

Love Was

And for me Love was.

For me Love enjoyed the quiet, maybe more than I did. Love liked to dream as well just as I did, and later found a way to sort of have those dreams manifest just as I did. Love was short like I, with a big nose and even bigger; rounder eyes. Puberty hit Love with a Mayweather right jab right before I got to her. Love was not what I was expecting, Love was definitely not what I would've predicted. In fact Love was so much more different. She had a way about her that I wasn't able to grasp. Love struck me for something small and unusual and then grew into something I was not prepared for. I was given no forewarning or notice of change like an early package on your doorstep, it literally just came. Love was slowly outspoken and beautifully predictable. Love knew who she was and wanted to be unapologetic but circumstances made it hard and her choices stand stagnant. Love was love at it's best,  because when Love loved you she did and there was no doubt about that, but Love's heart had lost pieces that she could never get back. Love was not at all weak,  she wore broad shoulders and a very strong back, but Love was hurt and was ready to give anyone that pain. Love didn't know she was singing a song that had already been sang.

Love was sweet and seductive, hot and nasty. When Love was ready on her lips read Take Off My Panties. And Love wore my favorite body, like a red tight-fitting dress. She held all of my fantasies and if like a chain or some necklace she had snatched them from my chest. When I was hot Love was ready;  when I was ready Love was hot. Love had a filthy tongue that spoke just what I needed to hit just the right spot. Love was my very own go-to cum session. Love's low soft moans were my obsession. Love became so addictive, I grew to claim her as possession. Love was my dream girl back then, Love was my very bestfriend.

But maybe love was not ready for me,  and maybe I was not ready for Love.