schwernerchaneygoodman:

“Fucking to Jazz Always made it seem more classy. Like me grabbing your waist And slamming Into you Was any less primal Because John was play-talking About a Sentimental Mood Fucking to Jazz Made it seem like Love was something tangible Obtainable Even though Me inside of you Never made me more yours Nor you more mine Hearts in debt to others makes ownership Hard. Fucking to Jazz Every new position Called improv Truthfully the clumsiness Was me trying to hold on to A measure of satisfaction In a song of despair Fucking to Jazz Made your legs wrapping around me Feel less like shackles And more like love Different parts of our bodies Carrying on simultaneous conversations A symphony of moaning Rocking Steady Stopping Cause Fucking to Jazz Is still just Fucking Don’t matter how classy you trying to be.”

— Jazz Notes (via schwernerchaneygoodman)

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Big Brown Beautiful Eyes

schwernerchaneygoodman:

I fell into them. 

Tripping over my own Words, Feet, Heart.

Those Big Brown Beautiful Eyes,

They trapped me.

I looked into them

And I could not help but Profess with Profound Pride 

The Love I have for thee

Those Eyes with a depth 

So Captivating as it Cautiously Considers everything

The windows to your Cerebrum

Where we first met.

I fell into them.

Those Big Beautiful Brown Eyes.

And I wanted to.

For inside of those Big Brown Beautiful Eyes I

Found an All-Encompassing-Unconditional-Magical-Spiritual Revelation of

I Love You.

I found myself in you

Through those Eyes.

Even now, I pray.

Oh Lord, grant me the day,

That I might see those Eyes,

Placed on the angelic face of my daughter.

The Mahogany gift of her Mother and Father’s love.

I will fall into them,

Like I fell into yours.

And I will forever be

The Prisoner of Love of my Princess and of my Queen.

The Auburn jewel of the crown of Glory, which will sit upon 

Your heads,

Stretching to the Most High.

My Princess and Queen will be the beneficiaries of

My most Ardent Love.

And each day

I will fall into them, Those Big Brown Beautiful Eyes.

Happily.

 
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