And if you said this life ain’t good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood Because you’re so smooth And it’s just like the ocean under the moon Oh, it’s the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth, yeah Give me your heart, make it real or else forget about it
-Smooth, Santana ft. Rob Thomas
My philosophy precisely.
I recall being “in love” in my youth with a certain blonde. Man, was I naive.
Half-heartedly giving her vulnerability to me while requiring and demanding so much of mine. We have all been there, I presume.
No fucking thanks.
I want it real or fuckin’ forget about it.
This goes for everything too. Not just the love part, but the passion. The intimacy. The sex. The fuckin’ sex.
I want a woman fucking me with her eyes when I shove my hard cock deep inside her. I want a woman a sense of self-assurance as my cum drips off of her lips and she smiles up at me.
I want to see in your inner strength how you can give me your weakness.
I want to see, when you submit, that you fuckin’ love it, but only love it for me.
There is no faking it in these moments. I see right through mechanics and I want your heart spilled out to me when I devour you, finger you, bind you, and fuck you into a frenzy.
I want your lust, at the deepest level.
I’d rather not know than be disappointed.
Make it real.
Or else forget about it.
Also published on Medium.