If it ain’t like the 90’s I don’t want it !
It’s tricky, you get tipsy…
You get a taste and then you can’t get enough
So you fall,
and get hooked on the hardest drug.
The best drug.
Slow dances at 3 a.m. to Luther Vandross’ If This World Were Mine
No talking, just body to body and locked eyes.
Random kisses anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
A subway ride to my mind.
A poem, a book, a flower, or chocolates just because it was something that reminded you of me..
Embracing my flaws when I fall only, to patch up the scars with “I Love You” and “You’re Beautiful”.
Soft pillows and warm sheets.
Exposing my soul and to my surprise,
finding you there waiting with chocolate
and white roses.