A raw, rugged and slightly comical look at love. |
Ramblings Of A Drunken Lover (dbestalive) Your love I need that ish I want that ish In dark times you’re my light, my dawn in the morning The brilliance from the moonlight, the sparkle from the stars you guide me You make my days bright my light, my love I delight in you I need that ish, I love that ish, I want that ish In your eyes time becomes non essential And when friends look for me they often find me there Lost in your stare that’s where I'll be Your love I need that ish, I want that ish We live, we laugh, and we hug We kiss, we caress, we embrace, nestle and nuzzle, we make love We fuss, we fight, we argue, we makeup We f**k yeah I said it exchanging love faces You blindfold me; you bind me and grind me But please don’t forget to untie me………this time And that wasn’t funny baby you play way too much And letting the dog loose was a real nice touch, you crazy But I love your sense of humor, I need that ish, I want that ish And it’s not always pretty and we’re never perfect But we real, your real, you’re my dream in this reality And my reality in my dreams I need your love, I need that ish, and I want that ish You give me good love, like good music you’re a melody unforgotten Like orgasmic food I desire and salivate at the thought of devouring you You make me ummmh you just hit that spot, you satisfy my cravings Like good weed you give me insight, make my heart race, you clear my mind and get me high, Like a bottle of jack you make me happy and you make me sad But where would I be without you, I need that ish, I need that ish You gave me love I got that ish, we are the ish You are the ish, my love, my fiber, my fabric I had depth you gave me dimensions You changed my forever, I will never be the same You knocked me off course now I’m on the right track I need that ish, I need that ish Your love I need that ish I want that ish Baby, love, my woman, my lady my goddess, My heart, my soul, my queen, my down for whatever I cannot pay you the ransom that your beauty holds on me My enchantress I must remain in your captivity a prisoner To endure the sweetness of your presence, The warmth of your smile And live locked away in the blissful depths of your soul I need that ish, I want that ish, and how can we exist without that ish Love……………. |