What I think about love.

[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]I think about love.  
I love love.  
Love is a profound connection.  
A mental connection.  
Laughing at the same jokes.  
Making jokes out of people.  
Stupid people.  
Enjoying the same things.  
Having like-minded goals.  
Trust.  
I can't express how much trust means to love.  
There's so much more to love.  
 
But this inkling, isn't about love.  
 
Most of the time, I just want a blow job.  
 
Oh girl,  
You could be the one.
We could have a lifetime of fun.
But first, suck on my love-gun!
 
Oh girl,  
I love it when your eyes,  
are full of joy and surprise,
when you put your mouth on my pipe.
 
Oh girl,  
Just choke yourself on my cock.  
Slobber on my knob.  
Bob your head on my rock.
 
Oh girl,  
Feast on my meat-stick.  
Give my mushroom tip loving licks.
Devour my throbbing dick.
 
Oh girl,  
blow my baby-maker!
suck my sailors,  
You'll love the flavor!
 
Oh girl,  
Play with my baloney pony,
Give it all your love, honey!
Your head game is right on the money!
 
Oh girl,  
Play a song on my flesh flute!
Don't stop until I shoot
a steamy, hot load of my baby goo!
 
Oh girl,  
This isn't all I like you for,
It doesn't make you a whore,
But when you're done, there's the front door.