I want to taste my man’s tears while he is deep inside me.  I want him to know that he is protected and safe and I won’t let anything or anybody hurt him.  I want my man to know that only he and I can share such intimacy and know that there is no reason to look elsewhere for either one of us.  I want to feel electricity and sparks every time I see his face, look in his eyes.  I want to kiss for hours, losing track of time and not even giving a damn.  I want him to be late for work every damn day cause we can’t bear the thought of starting the day off without connecting.  I want “him,” the man who was created for me, who I was created for. 

(Source: afroerotik)