Looky here darlin':
It's ain't what you want.
I can't afford to care what you desire.
You can express yourself with poems and ladeedaa, pictures and roses and threats to manhandle me...and that still isn't what moves me.
Don't get me wrong. I don't mind the frilly stuff. It's good. But it ain't this cats meow meow meow.
Open your mouth.
Take a deep breath.
Form a word that matters to this world and please let it be something you have never said. Let it come out softly in my ear and let my mind carry it back to your heart so you can see yourself through my loving eyes.
Intoxicate me with that grace.
This is what I am up for, baby!
