My Soliloquy Disgruntled With Love

old is better

Its all liberating...your first glace...smile...eye contact...first word...kiss...sex prolly missionary
We all live for first or so i thought i did
Turns out
Im patient to old...im happy with the 1000th kiss... im in content with listening to the you ive learnt to know...im succumbed by the laughter ive know to camptivate me for months on end....to delirious to the voice that my heart never gets tired of jumping and skipping a beat to...im not in to trusting an oblivion human but i am inlove with the 1000th scintillating conversations with my old new muse....hearing the sound of my voice splat the echoes of my thoughts based on her beauty repeatedly across months on end
Im not big on new
Im not wild on profound butterflies
But i am in love with the letters to my decedent cinnamon