Don’t Make No Sense Those were the words you whispered, As your hand found the promised land, Where the berry isn’t dark, But the juices are definitely sweet, Your fingers plunge within my basin, My nectar plays around your fingers, Chasing your cuticles, Under your nails. “Don’t make no sense” You said, As you wiped the wetness on my breast, I grinned, Waiting like a kid in the candy store, For the treat you are about to give me, I arch my pack as you plunged, Deep.., Sinking your battleship, In my sweet ravine, Deeper…., Drawing me close, Lifting my pelvis, Ahh… I moan, and loose control, “ Don’t make no sense,” I thought. You still had a little left in ya, And we begged our bodies, Strained our muscles, Trying to reach extacy one mo’time. Slowly, Slowly.. we wind down, After your determination, Was replaced by reality, We call a draw. Nobody ever wins at this game, But we both enjoy the ride. I curl up in your arms, And replay it all back in a dream. I wake up an hour later, My ravine is again wet, And I’m ready for more, I look over at you, In your peaceful slumber. “It don’t make no sense” I don’t have time to do it all again!