THE ART OF TRUE LOVE MAKING

As I look through the windows of your soul; I see you in return looking through mine;

The oval of your eyes commenced to open as our connection began to unfold;

Feeling the  neurochemicals of your emotional colours;

The beauty of love reveals its self so bold;

I touched your mind; you massaged my intellectual lines;

So vividly fine... I cannot leave you behind;

As you caress my intellect and wreck my kingdom with crescent waves of cerebral orgasms and brain spasms from your queendom;

A new course of love has emerged;

At the center lies a fascinating hormone called... you and I,

I want you spiritually and mentally; forget the physicality which needs to mantain its rightful place as being secondary;

No need to rush for the bed; undress my mind and come inside my core instead;

Surf with me through the deepest soulistic water of my intellect;

Hold me close to your neurological fibers and allow our passion to spread;

 The mind is the most powerful, hypnotic, intoxicating, and narcotic force in the universe;

So when we converse let us exercise our mind and expand the challenges of each unique verse;

Can you feel the essential most natural aphrodisiac of all times?

So creative we are with our artistic feelings that no other being can accept its foundational element; 

through you I see the lost of love for women kind;

so dark, so unsure, and so confused;

like animals they move indiscriminately from one mate to another in search of love;

failing to realize that they have lost the true path;

they have abandon the neocortex of their language, which is the mainstream of their be-loved brain stem;

The foreplay of the mind and that intellectual and sexual gradification that follows,

leads you and I into a social stratusphere that is so clear and divine;

I see you; you see me; I see your family; you see my dynasty; so shall it be our destiny;

I wish not to unlock our connection,

But I know that having too much of you will only weaken and spoil the beauty of our affection;

 Thus I will let you free and pray that we do not allow our lower anatomy to capture our mental and spiritual faculties;

written by Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

coyright 2010