Making Love
By: Mia L. Hazlett
1/21/12
You see, me and my man we’re always making love. It’s a love that goes beyond that physical rhythmic passionate grind type of love. Nah, I’m not talking about making love like that. I mean there’s nothing like when he penetrates my ooohh….with his uuummm. But nah, I’m not talking about making love like that.
I’m talking about when he’s 100 miles away; I can feel him right next to me.
Yeah, making love like that.
I’m talking about when we carry on a conversation of 1000 words, but we haven’t spoken 1.
Yeah, making love like that.
I’m talking about when I look at my man and know if he made one change to himself, he would only redefine perfection.
Yeah, making love like that.
I’m talking about when I lock the whole world out; he doesn’t even need to use his key to get in.
Yeah, making love like that.
I’m talking about when the thoughts cross my mind, but they come out of his mouth.
Yeah, making love like that.
I’m talking about when I close my eyes and search my soul, I find him because we are one.
Yeah, making love like that.
So you see me and my man we’re always making love. But I’m not talking about that rhythmic passionate grind type of love. I’m talking about that we are one type of love.
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