I needed to write this to let you know that I really like you.
Like that emanates from a place comparable to sleep.
As in like, like a well that is dug deep and widened and widened and rounded, only to find that, not just water comes from those hills,
the valley also yields precious oil that is like no other.
You drilled clear down to China, baby,
and I didn’t have to turn on a dime.
Like, do you know what it’s like to like to the point
that you like yourself
like yourself can reciprocate fully.
Like your reason for living became your living.
Like, you leave off being a slave to love,
because like is all you truly need.
I like you when I lick you on your lips, your lobes, your lids, your love, like, like, licking, liking, and liquid come gushing and I drink it all up like that.
My like, lick, lips, like you know how we do and like it because,
like my Mama told me,
If it feels good to like him then like the shit out of him, baby
said she when she struck the match as lit her cigarette
with it dangling from her lips, like so.
And I do as she did tell me.
I like you like I like the morning,
whether it wakes me with bird’s song or the sunshine or the clouds and rain.
I like you that much.
I like you like I like dark chocolate and black coffee,
like I like my men, you, he, them, all.
So, liken me to you ‘cause you know what I like
and like ain’t love ‘cause it ain’t like fire. It is more intense than that.
Because the more that we touch, your fingers in me,
we both like the connection of this great feeling.
Don’t try me on love, because I’m not guilty,
like I ain’t ashamed
and that makes me like you even more.
Like.
Us.