Making Love

My first time making love to you was so confusing,

I never felt like myself yet freedom and wisdom

I felt through my imagination, I knew you were my

Inspiration yet you left me paranoid I wondered,

Is this how I should feel, when I kiss you inhaling

Your essence tor the first time.

We met again strong and affectionate as ever,

I thought I was prepared for you but damn!

You really know how to stroke a nigga,

Being intimate with you every time is like

My first time because I can’t get used to you

But I like it.

If you were mine I’d keep you forever but who

Are we kidding the aren’t anything that last

Forever but then you ain’t mine alone, after

Some few strokes I got to pass you, you know

I don’t mean that in a mean manner but

Understand you would finish me before I do alone.

Making love to you is like taking steroids but hold

On baby you know I don’t mean that in a mean

Manner, you take me high as F, after those few

Pulls of you, my imagination is pulled back into

The future I could never comprehend but I think

I like it because making love to you keeps me

Prolific yet hate to feel this paranoid around peeps.