Love Language

love language,

leave your luggage at the door.

Wrap your every word around my wrists

and pull them tight.

Human waterfall

with all the knowledge,

you know it all.

Sensually stimulating all six of my senses. Connecting with me

finishing all of my nasty sentences.

Vibrating inversions,

flipping my whole world upside,

or is this just a new position?

Developing deeper cognition,

my newest addiction,

all of a sudden I’m a metaphysician.

shattering climaxes,

working my body into submission,

each finishing face should be photographed

and put in an art exhibition.

And when we’re done

you turn towards me with a smile,

a devilish grin

you know drives me wild.

Water break,

high five

and then we do it again.