Let’s sit down & have tea.
I am going to be awkward.
I can’t help this.
See, because sitting in the presence of something from heaven is a task that even I need help with.
We’re going to talk about everything.
& I mean everything.
Our conversation is going make it’s way around the world in a matter of hours.
See, because I am addicted to your voice Darling.
The fact that you are a captivating speaker is like the candy bag at the end of those parties we were forced to go to when we were younger.
You execute your words in a way that’s like “I’m not sure if I’m amazing.. It’s amazing to think that you could possibly think I’m amazing.. I forgot the boxed chocolates.. So….. Here. Have my words. Let them cover your skin like the finest silk in the universe. Let my syllables crawl down your shirt & up your skirt.. Past your pussy & settle dead in the middle of your stomach. Because I forgot the chocolate & I don’t sleep much, but when I do.. That’s where I rest my head.. Take these vowels as an offering, because the chocolates slipped my mind, and I can’t sleep right now, & my nerves caused me to forget the ring in my favorite coat’s pocket .. But one of these days I’ll sleep & I’ll remember to grab the ring.. My feet will rush the floors of Royal Chocolaté Shoppe.. Spelled with 2 P’s for some reason I haven’t discovered yet.. & I will pound up the stairs of our loft, to find you in the room, huddled over your desk, working on a paper that is a day or so late, & I will spin you around in your chair & ask you to marry me.. & turn my vowels into vows.. Because I love you. & I’m partially mad.. & you house my wonderland..”
Your words are my soul.
My face feels warm, as if I am going to cry.
It’s simply absolutely splendid that we found eachother again.
When you left me standing there in my blue dress, with that one peculiar red stitch in the middle of the chest.. Waving & screaming that I am in fact deeply in love with you, back when you were a sailor & you used to spend the night with me at my tailoring shop & I fell in love with you.. But you had to go to war, and I never saw you again..
When you left me.. I left myself baby.
I never sewed anything, ever again.
Those moments in the middle of you trying to talk sense into me, & you rhyme words like “This is your life, there’s a reason that you & you only are my fucking wife..”
& I pucker my lips in an attempt to stay serious, because you just spat a whole bar, & you’re trying not to get hype, because right now you were giving me a ‘talking to’.. & I whisper something smart like “ohhkaaayyy Dr. Sues” & you start to laugh .. & I join.. But my snicker is cut short by your hand around my throat.. You look into my eyes & kiss me.. We make love with our tongues & you eventually end up fucking me in every way possible until I cry, even then you don’t stop.. Because this is what we live for.
We live for eachother in every way possible.
Those are the moments that I love.
When we lay down & we are perfectly intertwined in eachother’s bodies..
When we fall asleep, because we’re exhausted from our day activities, and we’re overlapping eachother..
When I’m showering & you join me..
When I look at you & I could just faint because I love you so much..
When we write together
When we create
Those are the moments I am in love with.
& you my love, are the Creme de la Creme..
You are outstandingly blessed..
You are my blessing.
You are my soul mate.. & I love you, Darling."