Drunken Words Sober Thoughts

We do our own thing
Live our own lives
Day to night
Spend it as we please
But when the weekend comes
Your friends join mine
And we turn from sober buddies
To drunk and ready cuddle buddies
Our eyes match up and all I can think is
You might be dancing with him
But in about two minutes your mine
You walk towards me
Slow with those curves
Quick with that strut
Eyes full of fire
Huge in desire
Oh. What did I get myself into
Then with one slow movement of your lip…
You form that deep dimple of yours
Ugh that little smirk of yours
Knowing it just makes me burst
There no way to stop me from taking you to the bathroom
I pull you in the stall and push you against the door
Give you that same look back
Trying hard not to bring you to the floor
We attack each others lips
Offer some action where the tension keeps rising
And the craving keeps aching
Make our markings
Biting hard
Licking soft
Tonguing all around
As I feel the heat from your body just Ready for my appetite
Feeling your breaths getting deeper
More desperate
I can feel your inner beast
Trying to release
Natures natural action
Oh please let it come
Show me your natural desires
As I see the tension build up in your eyes
All lit up in fire
My hand goes to your ass as the other goes to the back of your neck
Oh man I love tugging that hair of yours
Makes me feel in control
But you already know that
And you love it
At least for tonight
We can continue this mini lust affair
And just for the night
We can play fair
Just tonight
You can have me, bare.

God didn’t make labels. Man did. God didn’t make boundaries. Man did.

I think people in general are just beautiful.
No matter what sex, race, shape or form.
If I’m attracted to you, I am.
Why put a label on attraction.
The way love happens, just happens. It’s a force between two souls, two persons.
An imaginary tug between two beings that simply cannot be cut, hidden, or destroyed.
Not by a fraction
Why ruin such a thing?
Why label it as anything and everything when it is just love.
And if it is love, then is shall be.
Right?
.. No.

Love is defined as a shared attraction between man and woman.
Not literally in those words
but in the unwritten rule’s,
the ‘in between the lines’,
the normality of society…
But man made this standard of society, not God…
And although I don’t know much of the man,
God gave us the power to love;
Hand in hand,
Something so sacred, so beautiful, so endless.

& Love knows no boundaries,
but man still makes them,
I just wish there was no standard to live up to.
No fear of rejection.
So it could have been easy to say,
I love her
just as it’s easy to say
I love him.
Wishful thinking I guessin’.

But seriously?
Can’t everyone just accept we were made from and by love
and will keep being made…
Made from love, not hate or fear.
Love never fails
It is proven everyday
And it must be accepted
In any form
Because God made man to love one another
And race or sex cant stand as a boundary any longer.