Crazy Love
“it makes me righteous and it makes me whole”
Crazy Love
NOTE: Inspired by the song, Crazy Love.
We’ll make love on the couch
Van Morrison through the speakers
The hard cold of the floor against my knees
Serving only to remind me of this moment
With her
Passion doesn’t make any sense
When it fits
And it isn’t supposed to
The taste of her mouth
The feel of her on the inside
And I will be overcome with an indescribable ache
This closeness doesn’t feel close enough
She’ll throw her head back
Rough against the cushions
And I will be jealous of their embrace
How simply they do their job
Of holding her soft and safe
I will be that for her
And she will pull me closer
And I will oblige
With the lamps of the living room
Lighting her face just right
The smallest of shadows upon her lips
Inviting me in
And I will oblige
As we kiss beneath the hum of a “Moondance”
The greatest makings of a marvelous night
And I will be swept away inside of this feeling
By the soft brush of her hand upon my face
By the way she says she likes me
I will be home
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