Have you seen Her?

I'm looking for love, Have you seen her?
I don't mean "like". I don't mean lust. I don't mean "wifey." I don't mean fuck.
I mean love.
I mean one plus one. No extras.
Just us against the world.
With our love to protect us.
I'm looking.
All I keep finding are these other gigs.
I've met a lot of woman I could take home,
but none I could take to my mother's house.
I've had pretty girls: pretty smart, pretty bad.
They all wanted pretty "shit"
Pretty watches, pretty bags.

When I didn't provide Pretty with pretty.
Pretty got pretty mad.
She switched up pretty fast. So I left her pretty ass.

I'm looking for love. I'm not concerned with a trophy.
Pretty doesn't last anyway.

I'm looking for love. Please don't tell me, "Let it find you."
If that's the case, I'm going to sit on my ass and tell love to bring a job too.

So yup, I'm looking for love.
 

So patient I will be, but not because it's a virtue.
But because when you fall in love and don't get caught..
That fall right there will hurt you!

Regardless, I'm still looking for love.

That will forever be my agenda.

 I'm looking for love. Have you see her?

Let's wait

Am I wrong if I tell you that I want to make love to your mind first?

Before giving back shots that sweat out hair and make spines hurt.

I want to make you mine first. I want to put in time first.

I want to eat outside before I devour your insides.

I don't want dessert. I want to dine first.

Can we have a glass of wine first?
Act like kids and bump and grind first?

Don't spoil the pleasure of anticipation, leave the lights on.

I want to see you shine first.

I'm already impressed with your body;
I want you to show me how your mind works.

What makes you focused, how your grind works
before I make your inner thighs hurt.

Postpone the climax for the end of our love movie;
don't give it to me in the intro.

For now, your beautiful face is the only place
I'm checking for a dimple.

Having sex is simple; making love is for grown men.

Let's build a relationship with God first, if eventually we're going to sin.
Let's not do it when our bodies tell us.
But when our hearts and mind say it feels right.

I'm just praying it feels tight
because loose lips sink ship.
Weak walls makes house tumble and fall.

Ramblings.....

Is there something called fate? Can we be the authors of our own destiny? Is there a god who decides what is best for us? Or is it just a defense mechanism that we have created around ourselves – an illusion of security that has managed to fool the best of us?

Why are people so complicated? Why is it so difficult to find peace; to discern and to understand? Why don’t we know what we want?

Why is the grass always greener on the other side of the fence? Why do questions of “what if” plague us all the time? Why can’t we just accept what we have and be satisfied with it?

The human race and its urges/desires/ambitions are a curse. I wish I were a cat.

Faith

A teardrop baptized the baby’s tiny nose.
Quietly the mother said, “I’ll call her Faith.”

Failure

The bitter taste of bile that stings your tongue
Just before the stale food from your tummy
Rises to your mouth and spills out.
The bitter taste of failure.
Abominable. Disgusting. Nauseating. 

Deal with it. And move on.

Conversation

“Are you wearing your special perfume?” she asked. He did not respond. As usual, she had spoken to him inside her head

?????....

Have you encountered love?
What is it like? Is it an intense,
unsaid conversation in a lift packed
with strangers? Is it smileys sent over chat?
A lingering stare albeit a guarded one when
she isn't looking? Is it concern when there is
silence at the other end of the line?
Is it melancholy? Is it hope, so tiny, it could slip
between your fingers and disappear forever?
Is it patience? What does it feel like? Does it feel
like a thousand pins pricking your arm when she
chooses another over you? Does it melt
your knees and stir your loins and make you want
to explode? Or is it a lever that unlocks
your deepest, most guarded dungeons?

Maybe love is all of it. Or none of it.
But love has found you, hasn't it? It has
stirred you, disoriented you. And trust me. This could
only mean one thing. That you cannot turn back now.
That you must see it through. And whether you win
or lose in the end, it wouldn't matter. Because by then,
you would have found love too.