I Love The Way He Does It.

We fuss, fight, scream &yell but yet my heart just feels compelled. To open, shower pour the liquid love, he loves ohhhhhh sooo muuch....senses tingling heart ache and worry bringing, but metaphors could not explain it, the way I feel; my smile reveals the pleasure I feel; my smile reveals the pleasure I feel, your sex appeal...from dusk to dawn he's made of steel. His misinterpretations a bitter pill....my life,my love, my every will.... Ohhh How I love the way he does it. Glasses on the togic,memories nostalgic...lovely kisses, the dew of buttery co-coa skin...his tone low speaks.. Melanated fixture on my mental his deity physique, King of all my treasures, memories of our pleasures..excitability may be the death of me...but ohhh I love the way he does it uummm,umm,umm. No more no less could I confess exhilarations between our best, you whisper in my ear the sweet success .... My soul reflects as I digress the moments like this his self respect,desires met not one regret. Because..... I LOOVE THE WAY HE DOES IT.