I don’t know much about science, but I know this:
Any part of my body capable of receiving pleasure ain’t that deep or far or hidden away in my body.
A determined tongue or a curious finger will get the job done perfectly. Take my word, i’m learning me quite well.
What does all of that mean?
That means after a few inches in, we’re doing something other than having sex. We have moved beyond the place of pleasure and are disqualified from calling what we’re doing “making love”
After a certain point, we ain’t doing this just because it feels good.
You’ve got a vendetta. You’ve got something to prove.
You’re mad at someone, or something and you think you’re about to take it out here, and on me.
You will do no such thing.
You’re upset that your pappy went to the grocery store and ain’t ever come back.
And that’s a shame,
But my openings are not the place where you will solve your problems.
I know you hated that time you caught your mother and your pastor doing things both of em’ told you not to do.
May your soul find itself a healing,
but you won’t be causing me that kind of pain.
I don’t know who told you the answers to your problems were buried damn near 10 inches into my asshole or somewhere in my esophagus, but that is not true.
The answer is somewhere in you.
And you ain’t even tried looking for it.
Not a lick of experience looking within your damn self,
and you think you’re about to find something here?
And not to yuck any of your yum. There ain’t nothing wrong with a little soul-searching with willing vessel. I use to like it myself from time-to-time.
There’s someone who is gonna let you look for whatever you want
however you need
and wherever you’d like.
But that person isn’t me.
Find someone who wants to hurt like you you’ve been hurt.
You can find someone who will call all your pain their pleasure and ache in places you ain’t ready to hurt in, yet.
Make sense of yourself all up inside someone else.
Make em’ walk crooked and call it whatever you’d like but don’t call it love.
Love don’t do that.
And right now you’re disrespecting the love I like to make.