The Crazy Love

when we meet, disagreement is all around, tempers flair, blood boils, patients linger, but when we make love, the sweet smell of honey fills the air. The touch of her skin makes me quiver, and my heart beat uncontrollably. i know i am not alone in this, i see it in her eyes too. I love her but the pieces do not fit or so i keep telling my self this over and over like i want it this way. Maybe its how we grew up, childhoods all awash in constant thoughts. Maybe we are just too much alike and this splinters the arguments of how we feel, of how we saw our parents treat each other when we were young. I see black she sees white, lets look it up on the Internet and see who's right. When i make love to her though its like seeing god. She turns ever element in my body on like a light in pitch black dark. She pulls it all out of me like no one has been able to do before. I think about her in sweet dirty thoughts. Wishing she would return my thoughts through our modern mating devices of electronics flowing through the air. I dream of holding her naked body around me. the feel her of skin, the smell her her love. I want to grab her and throw her against the wall, bite her ear, pull up her dress and become part of her. How can someone make me feel so good and yet a mess. I guess its over now. She no longer returns my signals, my secrets are no longer safe with her.