apples and oranges

he makes me come...
to terms with his polygamy and our pillowtalk
i tell him it's his because it is and he made it that way.

((he put his name on it when he made me scream his))

and i only whisper secrets so this is anything but

let the neighbors hear this lovemaking
a.n.d. e.v.e.n. t.h.o.u.g.h.

we're not in love figuratively

when he goes deep [beware. tangent ahead.]

• deep like twisted metaphors


• deep like the acres of my soul


• deep like my mother's oven


• deep like the words that aren't even in the dictionary yet because 'bootylicious' beat them to it

literally he is IN love 
[either way, we LOVE trying] you get the f.cking point::pun intended

let the force of our attraction interrupt the still of the night's monogamy (f.ck that too)
and disturb the natural order of bootycalls. 

i adore him, especially during the last ten seconds
because when he holds my waist and i lean my head back,
I swear, i pinky swear
I see something real.

maybe a two story house, three kids and cookies on sunday afternoons... 

yet and still

at this very moment, my happiness is having his life knock on my womb...
and one day my soul might answer

But today, it's probably her turn. 

i'll call him next week and see if he's available for
humor, soft lips and ten seconds of commitment.