Sharing A Bed

Make Her Feel Special:
Influenced by her movements, her body language I'm fluent. Her attitude reaches multitudes for the mountains she feels that she's moving. So I sit her down, grab her hair let's it down, starts taking off her shoes as she lets it out. Nothing like a foot rub while she explaining to me. The shit that's going on at work is what I think in my head insanity. There's nothing like replying to her with something that's real. You just gotta sit there and let her tell you all that she feel. She's so tensed, so stressed so I cook her a meal. I pick her up she like "what the fuck" I lay her on the table and give her massage cause I got time to kill. Listening and understanding her is not a skill, it's what you supposed to do. Cause when the times come and you're in the same spot it's comforting to know that she's backing you. Take her out, put on something nice, watch as her body glows. Focus on her, stare into her eyes cause one good girl is worth a thousand hoes. What is the moment of dreaming of something you wanted for all these years and see it in someone's eye's? Like you can lay with her inside her heart with all the privacy, no spies. Have you ever had that sex were you connect more of a romantic bond then just another night in bed with someone? Like once our cold bodies laid and shared the bed we're warm enough to set fire to the sheets. My head on her chest, thrusting myself to the beat of her heart pounding against my ear. This is not that type of poem soooo just like the shows you see on tv, one more thrust then cut to black. The next morning she's so fresh but by that time I'm leaving because I have work. So I kiss her wishes her a good day at work then leave. And after that stressful day I find her sitting on the couch reading her book. I sit down exhausted. She comfort's me, and I ask how was her day she doesn't say much but the jist of it was she say it was just refreshing. I asked her was it better than yesterday? She maybe what happened yesterday? I smile because I made her forget about it and then said nevermind and kissed her. Barely moving she helps me upstairs as I realize I just traded places with her. Having each other, caring for each other, telling what's real, how I feel, and listening to her in what she has to say, kids in this generation call it lame. I call it love. There will be nothing better than black love.