melephant

Here's a love poem, y'all:
Wanna know what I think about?
Wanna really know?
It starts and ends with you.
Morning, noon, night
it be dark or it be light
and fuck those other people tell me it isn't right,
that you only want me for sex,
that you only want me cuz I'm easy,
and you're lazy,
as if you crave nothing more than my warmth against you, baby.
They're crazy!
They're the ones don't know love,
don't know what it feels like to be swallowed up.
I would sleep in your skin if I could get that close.
We fuck with wild abandon
on the path to love we chose.

I apologize for the weak ending. Maybe you can come up with something better?