Love-Making

The last time love was made, it was unreal, beautiful, mind-blowing; safe to say, this man was hooked. You coulda been cuffed right there on the spot, and taken to the authorities to be finger-printed and booked. There's no doubt you're the one who served as a reminder of how love is truly made, and if I had to rate it on a scale, there's no doubt you'd get the highest possible grade...

They say good things come to those who wait, and that's exactly what we did. The temptation to do more never overruled the importance of waiting until the time was right, and once it came, the acts were so intoxicating, we were at it from dark all the way to daylight.

Our souls came together as one, as slow jams moved to OUR BEAT, and not the other way around. Our bodies were in sync, with ruffled sheets, infrequent moans, and the fan above us contributing to the sound. It was void of lust, yet filled with passion. Not since then has anything remotely come close, in no particular form or fashion. We'd be drenched by each other's thoughts, and washed with our words; we'd rinse off with laughter, and dry off using the smiles we were able to lure...hell, I can't even look at showers the same! 'Cause ever since then, whether it's the face wash, shampoo, or the soap, whenever I step in, all the bottles spell out your name...

7/28/09 @ 3:23 A.M.

Photo by Thomas Hopson

Insomnia's Kryptonite

Next time's gonna be different; what was accomplished last time was far from simple. The next acts are gonna be relentless, with the waves coming between your legs causing much more than a quiet ripple. Your insomnia's gonna be a thing of the past, after you get done fuckin' with me. The images of our bodies submerged as one will be the last ones you'll remember, as you slowly approach your sleep.

If nights are spent watching the sun rise, the same ones are gonna consist of my tongue dancin' around smoothly, before bein' buried deep between your thighs...we'll go so long and hard, the neighbors above us are gonna hear your cries...and by the time my manhood reaches your womanhood, we'll both experience the power and sheer beauty of insomnia's kryptonite.

Times before were merely a tune-up for something we both already know. There's no need for you to worry or, bring anything extra; all you gotta do...

...is show.

7/16/09 @ 12:07 A.M.

Photo by Thomas Hopson

Thirsty

I need a drink of water...

but not just any kind. Any 'ol beverage won't do; it may look clear, but I want some that's so real, it'll leave a brotha thinkin' its WAY too-good-to-be-true. Not the type outta the fountain, either. Hell nah...I need that purified H2O, some FIJI-type ish. The kind that, even lined up with the others, is IMPOSSIBLE to miss.

Maybe it has to do with the time; ya know, it is the middle of the night. Damn near everything is off, even the bulb from my bedside light. It's dark as can be, but the feeling is still there, and even though there's some water in the fridge, for that type, I have no care. That aint gonna quench this thirst. If anything, drinkin' that stuff in there may make it MUCH MORE worse.

...I'm thirsty in the worst way, like Tom Hanks makin' friends with that ball in Cast Away, or the hopeless feeling of seeing a boat pull further and further from the bay...and believe, last thing I wanna do is go crazy. I'm really tryna stay sane, so maybe quenchin' my thirst will give me the same feeling he had when he finally got back on that plane, and alas felt...at peace.

What's left to do? I aint tryna die from dehydration, or something else that can be prevented. Then again, the last thing I wanna do is take a swig from just anywhere, regardless of how cold it is, or how it's being presented. Best thing to do now is just...go to sleep, and hope this thirst subsides, but if it doesn't...it's off to 7/11 I go, and that trip is VERY close by.

8/27/08 @ 2:42 AM

Photo by Konstantin Sutyagin