1.) I’ll love you with the memories formed by our future union. The 30 year anniversary we have yet to see. The photo albums filled with a promise finally realized, the arrangement only God himself believed would end in we.
2.) I do not intend on making love tonight. I’m confident you are still aware of the prime real estate you own along the upper west side of my chest. Instead I’d like to fabricate our own unique scenario where societies boundaries cease to exist.
3.) Inch by inch, I’ve learned your new sex language but “baby, not so deep†is a phrase I still will not comprehend.
4.) They all want to know what’s inside you but few will take the time to properly dissect. Most will take the knife and head straight for your chest, watch you spill out your soul then admire your death.