Twisted Love

How can such a small, beautiful word be so venditive. People embark on a life long journey to achieve this chaotic emotion.
How can someone who with a smile or simple touch can take your breath away and in the next instance makes you bite your tongue. How someone can reach in and fine tune your heart strings and the next cut them free.
How someone can make love to you so powerful- running his hands gently along your thigh, caressing the small of your back, tender kisses on your neck, warm breath giving you goosebumps, making beautiful music- an outstanding melody.
Like that first long stroke, the sigh of force and glee. Body clenching like a fist, fitting like a glove. Penetration reaching the depths of endless proportions, pushing until feeling the plunge, bouncing off moist padded walls. The slow rock of the headboard and the squeals of bed springs being over worked.
Someone who makes you wanna take his instrument in hand like a flute and blow with all your might, who salivates at the very sight, trying your best not to bite. Someone who doesn't have any table manners- uses his fingers and licks his plate clean.
Someone who makes you see stars and convinces you that the sky is green. Someone whose lies are truths and truths are never told. Someone whose tongue can cut you down to size and eyes only disguise.  
Yet love is still the bond through the cries and wonder whys, through mistrusts and sleepness nights. Someone who makes you feel safe and naive, strong then weak. Do we let love be and run it's course or take our time and continue to rehearse. A constant struggle over who's wrong or who's right or should you be forgiven after reaching that limit.
But once you've been in it, a bond so intimate, there's nothing more satisfying to encounter than a drug like love that continues to take you higher. That's why it's neverending, a feeling so revealing, that keeps us all hoping and believing.