Practice Makes Paychecks©

My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am, and I do what I do. I expect nothing, and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.

I crave for my fingers to be inside you, I crave the sound of you gasping and saying “oh fuck” as you look up at me and then suddenly your head gets thrown back then you’re screaming my name Begging me not to stop , Trust me babe I won’t stop not even if your legs are closing in on me ,not if your body is jolting out of control I’m holding you down and were going on and you will take it and love every bit of it , you need to bite me to try and hold in your screams? Go for it that’s okay.

I’m not sure what love is, but I think it’s hearing her say, “You’re an asshole,” while her smile betrays the words that just came out of her mouth. It’s getting a FaceTime call at eight in the morning so she can show you her outfit, because she thinks she looks really cute that day. I think love is blurting out exactly how you feel about her when she asks you why you’re looking at her “like that.” It’s unplanned and sloppy, the exact opposite of how you wanted it to happen; but the smile on her face tells you that it was perfect in its own way. Love is being afraid to let her know about certain parts of yourself, but telling her anyways. It’s making breakfast with her in the morning, dancing with her despite your two left feet, and passionately singing the wrong lyrics just to hear her laugh. I’m not sure what love is, but it just might be magic.