The things you think about today are the thoughts you discuss tomorrow. I want to sleep with you as I am alone with someone I live with and go to sleep with every night. I need to feel loved through sex as it’s the only way I can connect giving up your body to me as I climb inside you come and we both go is the love only way I know. Without you needing me without you sacrifice I cannot believe you love me but just with me as we grow old another day goes by, another lost day as time swings by so close you can hear its tick and feel its tock. A time made by man to make sense of the darkness divided by light, a logic to which we can countdown the seconds till dawn breaks the deathly fear night’s grip has around man’s throat. The time to remove fear resulted in fear of time constantly ticking away. We need it to make sense and turn around to fear the sense. Its love, its time, its fear of making sense and fear of making love. Love is the time it takes to get to know you.