My Love

My love sneaks up on you and sweeps you off your feet.
My love is swift yet sincere.
It's strong and sweet.

Like the summer day it's hot and long...
Makes you sweat and uncomfortable yet carries you along.
You get used to it, for it is an acquired taste.
My love is out of this world; it has no base.

My love never grows cold... never stiffens
It's always warm to piping hot but it doesn't burn when you touch it.
Yet it consumes you with heat then cools your heart.

My love builds you; never tears you down.
Like a sand castle, once it's gone it will be nowhere to be found.
Once you've lost it, think of it as you carelessly letting it float away.
My love's grip is firm, holds you tight, and will never lead you astray.

It's exclusiveness is not defined from person to person
Yet heart to heart, soul to soul
It is the person who captures my love and their soul that embraces it.

In your darkest hour it is your light.
In your sunnyless day it is your moonful night.
It is the pillow between your legs when your yoni is stiff tight.
It is the groove in your left leg trying to be the funk in your right.