Passion-

She lay there. At every line upon her, I stare. I’m captured by beauty and admire the way she offers to soothe me. She makes me feel like no other. Can’t get this type of feeling from a brutha under covers. My friends they don’t understand what I could possibly want from her. Questioning my actions but she’s my satisfaction and I get from her what I get from no other. The same bond that I received in the womb of my mother. She embrace me and upon her my hands lay. Attached to her in the most amazing way. How could I have overlooked something so natural as she, so perfect as she, so right. My thoughts are of her when I rest upon my pillow at night. She’s my every thought. I tell her everything. She feels all the emptiness on those nights in between when I’m seeing him. She tells me that’s she’s who I need and in her I confide. She dries the tears from my eyes and beg to come clean. Everything kept in the closet, shutting her out she say it seems. But that I don’t mean. I don’t care who knows and if they judge me then do tell. If my actions are too out there for them to see and if they think they will send me to hell…oh well. I love her! Don’t try to tell me what I can and cannot do. My living is not up to you and she is who I choose. See…they question me but don’t listen. They pay me no attention. His vision for us is one dimension and my friends say this is unacceptable. But I’m not asking permission. You can’t keep me from loving her. I have to make my own decision. You can’t possibly understand the relationship. My hands glide smoothly from hip to hip and I make sure that every part of her is touched. My words and her creates a portrait un-named. Some feel it’s a shame. But you can’t judge me and I can’t judge you. The reason I love her so much is cause she listens to the truth and she supports me, never ignores me and how I feel she accepts. She let’s me get it off my chest, she doesn’t ask me to be anyone else. I’m me. That’s all she see and my love for her is all that matter. So if you’re questioning whether I’m making the right decision. Yes and happiness is all I was after. She stares at me and I know without asking. I pick up my pen and upon her I write the words…Passion!

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