Follow me on a journey of love…or something kinda similar to the idea of love.
In a world long ago in a galaxy close, close by…
I had a girlfriend. She was crazy. I mean, certifiable. The
type of chick that threatened to cut my penis off if she even smelt another
females scent on me…then showed me the knife she would do it with. But, I loved
this girl. Something about the crazy ones makes for a great time. It also makes
for a passionate time which then makes for a fiery blast of a time that
eventually ends in a nuclear reaction of break ups. And so it came to pass that
my relationship ended in a blaze of fire and glory and confusion similar to the
Rodney King riots.
But alas, if there is one thing I really miss about this
girl it is…the sex. And so I thought about getting back with my crazy ass ex
simply for the sex.
If you ain’t never had sex with someone you were seconds
away from killing, you are missing out. Sex so good make you want to wear church
shoes with jeans. Sex so good you travel across the country. That kind of
sex.
But with her, words could not describe the passion between
us. It was like two stars fighting for control of the galaxy and each
eventually gives way to the other creating something more beautiful than either
one could have imagined. With her, it wasn’t sex it was love and we didn’t make
it…we became it.
We would lose ourselves in each other’s caress. Lose words
to heavy breathing, lose thought to feeling. Lose control to chaos and let lust
reign over us.
And even though after that night, I had to call the cops on
her to get her out of my house, it was the best sex I ever had.
And now that I
am single I’m thinking…maybe we should give it another try?
Maybe we should’ve never broken up?
Maybe we should’ve seen the Avengers together?
Maybe we should ride a tandem bicycle to the beach for ice
cream?
Maybe this is all we need to rediscover our love?
Or maybe I’m crazy?
