FOR YOUR LOVE... (Inspired by ‘For Your Love’, by Tevin Campbell) by Ronn Midnight
Written May 28, 2000

Gee, it’s hot in here. Alone again, after hours, as another hard day at work reaching it’s conclusion. Wishing, hoping, to come home to anything but an empty home and heart, needing to share lust more than being rational at this moment, bone-to-bone grinding is in order here.

I’m so horny for someone I want to love it’s scary.

Turning on my CD player, Tevin’s song fills the air. FOR YOUR LOVE, I would do most anything. He sings the tune with such maturity.

FOR YOUR LOVE, the sweetest melody I’d sing. Damn. Those words, embody what I feel right for you now; whoever you are. Just the thought of your touch sends me grabbing for sheets as sexual sensations run free through me. Then our bodies meet, causing an even warmer invasion to my soul, causing affection flowing through my veins.

Locking the bedroom door, you turn to me and notice a demeanor change, the insecure sometimes bashful person transformed into a hungry panther, ready to pounce and devour. Approaching you in bed, the doe-shaped eyes you possess become glassy and slit-like, in anticipation of an enormous outpouring of lust. Not resisting potential ecstasy, you’re in a trance, high off the thought of passion with a certain, special part of me.

I am hungry, famished for affection, so I take the initiative this evening and capture your lips with a moist kiss - not to your actual petals, but somewhere else, much lower, thicker and wetter. My affectionate tongue flicking in the depth of you, causes you, my queen, to wiggle, then tremor and thrash. Painting a beautiful canvas within your core, juices from your fountain flow freely, letting me know you’ve enjoyed phase one of our harmony.

As I mount, then enter you, I wonder if I’ll satisfy you. Sudden contempt sets in and upon entry it is revealed that my queen, though seasoned, has never encountered to combination of raw uninhibited lust and love; never simultaneously. How do I know, you ask? The answer is in her reactions. Shivers and shakes, quivers and quakes, surrendering and submitting to sexual sounds of satisfaction. You know the drill.

Locking eyes as well as soul and bodies, I dance slowly. You follow. As my tempo increases and primitive strokes become faster, then deeper with urgency, the nails of my queen rake, then pound the small of my back. Not believing my performance exceeds prior advertising and boasts, the ripples of pleasure ravage you, causing tremor and you to speak in voices unfamiliar.
Minutes turn to hours and still we dance. My goodness, my queen brings the best from me, as well as other things that are sticky when spurting from me. Finally succumbing to intimate mortality, we collapse into waiting arms, but not before sharing these three words: I LOVE YOU.

For Your Love, my unknown soul mate, I would do most anything.

Are you sure you’re ready ?