Tackle

We both love football, even though we support different teams. He suggested during one of our many text conversations that he come over and watch Monday Night Football with me. After all, none of our teams were playing. So it would be safe to assume we could watch the game without any issues. I thought it was a great idea. Plus, it was even better that my roommate was out of town. I made sure that he had the right football watching food, which consisted of hot wings and beer. I knew he liked hot wings when my classmate and I brought them to class one day. He tore them up. Later, he tore my body up in the same manner. Licking me like the bone and gently biting into me. But not before he tackled me.

When he rang the door bell, my heart jumped. I smiled to myself as I ran over to the door wearing comfortable jeans and tshirt. However, I was equipped underneath with white laced hipsters with a matching white padded bra. As I opened the door, looking at my sexy visitor, I thought I opened the gateway to heaven. He had that Atlanta swagger that set him apart from any man I ever met in my life. He was always wearing comfortable, yet creative clothes. As he walked in, he gave me one of his bear hugs. I exhaled at that moment, allowing my body to be wrapped up in his. Our bodies intertwined during those hugs, where I was able to inhale his essence. He rarely wore cologne, but the smell of him was enough to intoxicate me.

No matter where I move to, he always finds that one spot on the couch. Everytime he comes over, he always sits in the same area on the couch. When he was not around, I would secretly sit in his spot, just be somewhere he was at. This day was not an exception from that. When he secured his spot, I asked him whether he wanted some wings before the game started. He replied, "Yeah, that's what's up." My Atlanta prince was a man of few words. He said only what he had to say, nothing more, nothing less. Many times I find myself babbling just to make up for the lack of words in the conversation. But the intensity never changed.

While on the couch, I laid in his arms looking at the game. As he ran his hands along my side, I felt his breath against the top of my forehead. I leaned against him a little more, wrapping my arm across his stomach. He said in his soft, deep Southern voice, "I think we should make a bet over the game to make it more interesting since our teams aren't playing." I looked up at him, with his deep brown eyes meeting mine. I sat up a little and replied, "Alright, sure! If the Eagles win, you have to get on your knees and kiss my hand. Think you can handle that?" He smiled and laughed to himself. Somehow I was always able to bring a smile to his face, calming his inner lion. He replied, "Yeah, I think I can. But if the Bears win, you owe me a shoulder massage." I smiled and I thought to myself, how much I would love to massage every inch of his body. Instead I simply replied, "Alright, you have a deal mister."

Needless to say, the Eagles won. With McNab as quarter back, I had no doubt they would win. He smiled to himself as I cleared my throat and extended my hand, acknowledging that he hadn't fulfilled his end of the deal. Without anymore hesitation, he kneeled in front of me without taking his eyes off of mine. For a moment, I had to remind myself to breath. I tried to contain myself as he lifted my hand within his. They seemed to fit like a perfect puzzle piece. His warm hands clasped my hand within his. He lifted my hand towards his lips and kissed it. This entire time, looking at me with the look of longing in his eyes. His lips lingered on my hand. I unexpectedly exhaled loudly without taking my eyes away from his. At that moment, I realized that I couldn't get enough of his energy. While the game was over, I did not want him to leave.

Perhaps he read my mind because he stated, "The night's still young, want to watch a movie or something?" I almost giggled in excitment, but maintained my composure. Because in my mind, I wanted him to touch and hold me a little longer. I replied, "Well there's a problem, there's no DVD player down here" He said, "Well, where is a DVD player?". I smiled to myself, looking down, then meeting his gaze. In a sweet, sexy voice, I replied, "Upstairs. In my room." At first, he hesitated. He has been such a gentleman the entire time we've known each other. I could tell he was deciding whether to act on his inhbitions or remain respectful. Sensing his hesitation, I sweetly said, "Don't worry. You can come up to my room. As long as you promise not to tackle me or anything." His smile seemed to grow a little brighter as we made our way upstairs.

He perused my room as I inserted the DVD. Realizing that there was not a couch in the room, he laid on the side of the bed I do not sleep on. That's another thing that's interesting about him. No matter what, he always knew what side of the bed I sleep on without asking me. When I finally laid on the bed, he turned toward me. I made sure I laid with my back towards him so we could spoon. This was the first time I had a man in this bed. And he would make it worth my wild.

The movie barley past opening credits when I felt his hands brush against my side and across my stomach. He pulled slightly at my pants, unbuttoning only the top button. I smiled to myself, knowing what he was up to. I thought he was going to continue. Instead he paused, resting his hand on my stomach. A few seconds later, I felt his breath against my ear. It was isolated, so I knew it was on purpose. His breath against my ear caused my inner girl to instantly awaken in anticipation. I softly asked, "Are you trying to start something sir?" Before I knew it, he turned me over on my back, mounting me as he started to gently kiss me. His hands started to touch down my sides, under my shirt, and up under my bra. He cupped my breast in his hands while kissing me deeper. His lips overpowered me, but in a way that made my body temputure rise. His lips covered mine, as he worked his tounge in my mouth with such intensity.

Soon, he slowly continued to unbotton and unzippen my pants. At this moment I realized we were finally doing wanted to do ever since we met. As he placed my pants on the floor, he saw my laced white underwear. He smiled at them as if they were a long lost friend. I sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed as he started to remove his shirt. Yet, he leaned me back against the bed, kissing my navel and down to my inner thighs. I bit my lip, quivering with each kiss. I laid there with my girl facing him in my laced panties. He grabbed the sides of the panties and lowered them down my thigh. He looked at the panties and simply said, "Sexy..." When he stood up, he entered inside of me. His boy filling up my girl with such pleasure I could only exhale a desperate moan. I wanted more of him, but he pinned me down like a defensive lineman. Slowly, he stroked in and out of me. Yet, he let go of his inhibitions and started to go faster inside of me. I sat up, so he could enter deeper into me. After a few strokes, he gently slid me back on the bed mounting me. We moaned against each others ears. I felt his kisses against my neck as he continued to stroke within me. I dug my nails into his back, cupping his ass to enter deeper. I couldn't get enough of him, and he couldn't get enough of me. He lifted one of my legs so that the knee was closer to my face. Once he did that, I moaned louder feeling all of him inside my girl. My hands never left his back or his neck. Bitting his ear, I felt our energies climax into pure escasty.

We laid in each others arms, realizing we missed most of the movie. Catching his breath, he asked, "Would you like to repeat the movie?" I looked over at his naked body as he sat up. I sat up with him, bringing my body closer to him in a passionate hug. In the mirror across from the bed, I saw how sexy our naked, sweat soaken bodies looked interwined with each other. I finally replied, "No, that's alright. I think we both know what happened in this movie." He looked in my eyes and smiled. With the small night light glowing in my room, our bodies seem to radiate with the post coital glow. Looking at his face was the most healing experience. I had to ask, "What are you thinking?" He said, "The fact that I can't believe this happened." My heart sank as he said that. Then he quickly said, "I don't regret it. I'm just amazed that I had sex with a woman like you. I mean, I had sex with JAYME." I giggled out of pure disbelief and replied, "Awe, yes you did. And it was awesome." As we both giggled, I brought him closer and whispered in his ear, "However, you broke your promise." Confused, he pulled back,"What promise?" I smiled in the semi-dark room and replied, "I told you that you could come up here if you promised not to tackle me. And it seems like you did." He couldn't help but let out one of his low sexy laughs. He looked down for a moment, then looked up, meeting my eyes. He replied, "What can I say? Your so beautiful, I couldn't help myself. I had to tackle you."

Butter

Ever wanted to have breakfast for lunch, dinner, or a midnight snack? I usually like it during lunch on Thursdays when my coworker and I get breakfast. We usually get pancakes, with plenty of butter to spread on top. They bring out the pancakes so moist and hot that the butter dissolves in the pancake so quickly. I told my coworker that someone I used to date made pancakes for me. But he would put his butter in warm syrup. In fact, the way he touched me and kissed me made me melt like butter on a pancake.

Butter usually comes as a solid. But once some heat hits it, it is quickly turns into liquid form. That's the effect this guy had on me. Typically, I am well put together. A solid, strong black woman. Yet, one touch from him and I melt. I become that liquid, ready to be spread around. The transformation takes place rather quickly. All he would have to do is look at me with those hazel eyes and I would melt. His kisses lifted me so high, I had to check to see if I was floating. He knew me beyond my solid demenor. He saw into my heart. Who wouldn't melt being in his presence? I became the butter in his syrup, folding into him with ease.

I knocked on the door of his apartment, anticipating seeing him. It's been so long since we have seen each other. I know it was only a few days, but I couldn't get enough of him. His essense, masculinity, and sensuality. It didn't hurt that he could cook up a storm or make my heart melt. When he opened the door, my heart would always jump a little. He looked me over as I wore my short summer skirt and my tight black power Tshirt. The image seemed to make him happy because he gave me a smile that made his eyes slightly glow in excitment. Going to his place was like entering into our own world. I was able to let my hair down and be a woman. Walking into his apartment, I was no longer a student or a scholar. All of the inhibitions were left at the door and I was able to enter into a world that allowed me to be me.

The first thing I usually do when I walk in is check to see what he was cooking. I stand in the doorway of the kitchen, watching this beautiful chocolate man make the most delicious lunch. Little did I know, he was cooking up other plans as well. His hazel eyes were not the only thing that blew me away about him. He moved swiftly like a dancer, even in his sweat pants and a white cotton shirt. For a moment, I thought his skin was glowing from the florence in the kitchen. But, when I looked a little closer, I realized that his skin simply radiated, spewing his essence. He looked over at me and challenged me to a Wii game battle. I giggled to myself, because I knew I was better at bowling and tennis than he was. However, he was ready to play with me. At the time, I thought he meant only the Wii game. Time will show that he wanted to play with me in other ways...

Before I lifted the remote to play the bowling game, he grabbed my hand, bringing me closer to him. He looked at me with those incredibly sexy eyes that seemed to look right into my soul. He asked whether we could make the game interesting. I reluctantly replied, "In what way?"He laughed at my apprehension then said, "Well, how about we make a wager...with our clothes." I looked up at him, knowing exactly what he was hinting at. He always seemed to speak in double tounge, saying one thing when he really means something more. This was one of those moments. I smiled at him without taking my eyes away from his then asked, "What's the game rules?" I could tell that amused him because he replied, "If you loose this game, then you have to take off an article of clothing. If you win, then I take off something." As he was explaining the rules, he tugged a little at my skirt, brushing his hand across my upper thigh. I looked down at where his hand was and challenged back, "Alright. Why not? I sure hope you are prepared to be naked."

Since I won the first game, he removed his pants slowly revealing his gray briefs. My inner girl started to get moist simply looking at his package in front of the briefs. He looked at me with such passion, I felt my body start to warm up instantly. I won the second and third games, which caused him to loose his shirt and socks (did I mention he was a smart ass too? A typical Virgo. ) revealing his white undershirt and boxers. I looked at his sexy body, wanting to quite the game just to jump on him. He tantalized me with his eyes while removing his clothing. Needless to say, I lost the next game, distracted by his sexy body. As I removed my shirt, I saw his eyes look at my black laced bra. I looked down, noticing that his briefs slightly moved. I knew he was excited then.

Somehow, I lost the next game too. I had no choice but to remove my skirt, revealing a matching set of lacked black panties. Like an exploding time bomb, he lunged toward me causing me to back up against the wall. He roughly grabbed my waist, kissing me so passionately that my breathing instantly became heavy. My body seemed to melt into his arms as his hands traveled down my back, gripping on my ass. Before I could even react, he lifted me up in his arms causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me over to the bedroom, never taking his lips off mine. His tounge raced in my mouth, his lips working with mine. In his bedroom, he placed me on an old, wooden dresser. When he realized I was secure on the dresser, he started to work his kisses down to my inner girl. Each kiss, from my collar bone to my navel sent chills up my spine. I moaned in anticipation, waiting for the moment I would feel his lips upon my girls' lips. He kissed my inner thighs, working his way closer to her. After he quickly removed my panties, I felt his moist lips upon my girls lips. With his mouth, he isolated my clit from the rest of my girl and started to work it with his tounge ferosously. The feeling caused my body to convulse. My head leaned back against the wall as I let out several loud moans that I'm sure the neigbors heard. Once he got me good and ready, he came back up, kissing me deeper. His breath became mine.

He picked me up again and carried me to the bed. Once he placed me upon the bed, I felt his boy enter me, filling me up. As he stroked in and out, I heard the mattress sing as we moved. After he had enough of the missionary, he whispered in my ear, "I want you on top of me." I sat up, allowing him to lay down. I crawled on top of him, placing my knees at his sides. I allowed him to enter me. As I rocked back and forth on his boy, my moans started to get louder and deeper. He felt so good inside of me. Suddenly, I felt his hands caress my bare breast. He gripped them tighter as he inhaled each moan.

We went at it for so long, I did not realize that the morning came so soon. I woke up with the sun peaking into the room. Rolling over, I realized he was not beside me. Suddenly, the smell of coffee filled the room along with the smell of pancakes. I laid there naked in his black sheets, smiling to myself. I recalled him telling me that he wanted me to try his chocolate pancakes. Apparently, he perfected it. I woke up, put my laced underwear back on, and walked into the kitchen. I saw him at the stove cooking with nothing but his briefs on. He realized I was standing at the kitchen door and smiled. He walked over to me, kissed me and said, "Good morning sexy."' Even at six in the morning, he still found a way to make my heart melt quicker than the butter on the skillet.

Music, please take me back...

Hearing some music takes you back in time. You remember your first kiss, hug, and love. While looking through my friend's music collection, I came across a Donny Hathaway album. I glanced at the track list for a particular song. As I perused the list, I finally came across it. Simply looking at the song title brought a smile to my face. I clicked on the song, and closed my eyes as Donny's voice belt out of the speaker, "I've been so many places in my life and time." The music acted as a time traveler, taking me back to a time when I couldn't hear this song enough.

Music always creates the sensual mood. It lowers your inhibitions, allowing your heart to motivate your actions. Hearing someone sing in your ear intensifies the passion that is already there. I never understood that until I sat in my car listening to a man sing this beautiful tune. Even in the dark, his voice seemed to lighten the car. Laying against his chest, I felt his diaphragm contract as he prepared to release a musical note. Even through his red T-shirt, I felt his heart beat against my ear. The beat of his heart was succinct with the beat of Donny's song. His breath brushed against my forehead, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. I felt his soft hands caressing my back. As Donny's song started to climax, his hand started to travel under my shirt. The touch of his warm hand against my bare skin caused an electric shock to run through my body. He ad libbed Donny's notes, adding in his own flavor and voice to the track. As the instruments sung on the track, I felt his fingers pluck my back like a guitar.

His other hand dropped down to my thigh as Donny's voice entered the song again. His hand rose up my thigh as he started singing again with Donny. I started enjoying his voice more than Donny's because it made my heart crescendo in a way that Donny could never do. Of course, his finger tips playing my body like an instrument didn't hurt. My thighs acted as a drum, trembling with each touch. His hands traveled up my thigh, passing my inner girl, on my way up to my waist. Soon, his other hand traveled under my shirt, caressing my waist and stomach. For a moment, both of his hands were under my shirt trying to find their way to one another. Like two friends who reunited, his hands intertwined with each other under my shirt.

I had to look up at him to see whether this was real. His singing, touch, and breath ignited my inner girl. Moisture started to form around her as my hand traveled across his tight stomach pulling him closer to my body. Before I knew it, our faces gravitated toward each other. The magnetic force that pulled us together was stronger than we could handle. Then my lips finally met his warm, perfect lips. Electricity ignited again within me. Our tongues never met, but the current from our lips were enough to awaken us. As we kissed in the dark, Donny softly let out his last note. But for the first time, Donny sang unaccompanied because his soft lips were busy warming my fire. After we separated, we only looked in each others eyes with a smile forming across our newly moist lips.

The next track started to play on my friend's speakers, bringing me back to the present. I saw her look over at me wondering where my mind was for the past few minutes. I replied, "Oh nothing girl, this song just took me back for a moment." She giggled and said, "It sounds like it was a great memory." All I could do is smile and reply the song again.

Nightcap...

He poured himself another drink, even though we just left the bar. There was not much light in the kitchen. The only thing I saw was the silhouette of his body frame. I thought to myself how sexy he was standing in the kitchen. I remember this man from college, but never have I seen him in this light. The words we exchanged became a distance memory, even at that moment. We were a few feet apart, but I still felt warmth in the middle of winter. The kind of warmth that builds after many phone calls, text messages, and Facebook notes. Our tension grew even more as we stood in the same space. I was memorized by his masculinity that seemed to fill the room, even in the dark. I was captivated by his essence.



During my trance, I saw him walk over to me with eyes of intensity. I have seen this look before. It's the kind of look a predator gives his prey before he pounces. It's a look of pure hunger. Sexual hunger. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me. I found myself backing up against the counter, as if the counter were somehow going to save me from his hunt. I looked up at him, gripping tighter on the edge of the counter. This is the moment we have been waiting for. All evening, he has been the perfect gentleman. Now he was ready to release the animal within. And for the first time all night, I was ready to receive him.



He leaned forward towards me, like he was trying to capture my essence before making his move. Looking in his eyes was not difficult, even in the dark kitchen. When he leaned forward I could feel the electricity igniting between the two of us. For a moment, I had to remind myself to breath. He leaned forward, never taking his eyes off me. First, he gave me a simple, sweet kiss. As I received his kiss, I felt the fire start to burn within me. At that moment, I wanted to rip off my turtle neck. His warmth was perfect against the winter weather. Our kiss only got deeper, our breathing became heavy, and our bodies started to gravitate towards one another. I felt his hands run down my back, grabbing my waist. Our bodies mounted each other, like we were trying to be one of the same body instead of two bodies intertwining. His hands dropped down to my butt, cupping it like a newborn baby. I stood on my tip toes, allowing his hands more access to my ass. I felt my body getting warmer. My fire started to burn more between my legs at such a high intensity that made me breath in the kiss deeper. Grasping my ass, he lifted me carelessly upon the kitchen counter. When he knew I was safely on the counter, his lips started to travel down to my collarbone, pushing my turtle neck aside to kiss as much skin as possible. His hands started to grip my thighs tightly as he passionately kissed my lips. His lips became in synced with mine. Giving me exactly the passion I wanted, without overpowering me. It was just enough to make me want more.



He gripped on to my waist, as if he was trying to prevent himself from falling over in ecstasy. My sweater came off instantly. I felt his breath against my neck while I felt his hands run up my sides and onto my breast. The nipples seem to shoot an electric current that seemed to heighten all of my senses. It was like he had a road map to my body, navigating it in all the right ways. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan against his ear. At that moment, I couldn't tell if I was reacting to the alcohol in my system or releasing the pure tension that mounted between us. While we were at the bar, we flirted and touched. He always knew how to touch me gently, while exciting my inner girl. Yet, he was reserved, waiting for the perfect moment for passion to ignite. One moment we are fussing at each other, the next moment we cannot get our hands off of each other. It was like we were secretly aching for each other so long. Now, on the counter, I felt his lust for me in such a dangerous way that almost caused me to go home with him to appropriately end this night.



The light never shut down. Our lips met each other so much, they became familiar friends. In the car, our sexual tension caused the windows in his truck to fog. Even in the winter chill, the car felt like a sauna. I wanted to go back to his place. I wanted to feel his naked body against mine so badly, it ached. I wanted to continue to feel his hands against my skin, his lips upon mine, and his boy filling into my girl like a perfect puzzle piece. The truck almost exploded with all of our untapped tension. His kisses ignited that which was dormant. His touch excited my body. But it was only a make out session. Walking to my friend's apartment, my legs felt weak. I almost asked him to pick me up so we could lay naked in his bed to finish this rendezvous. But, instead, I laid on my friend's couch with my heart rapidly beating as I reminisced on the make out night I had, wondering whether it will ever be more. For the first time all evening, the passionate fire finally settled into a smokey calm.

Why bother?

Why do I even bother myself with this?
It seems as though everytime I put in, you are sucking more and more out of me.

Why do I even bother?
It seems like a waste of time thinking anything will become of the two of us.

So I ask myself, why do I even bother?
After all, you cannot make me a priority in your life when I'm constantly making you one of mine.

Why do I even bother?
You are living the good life without me. So you really do not need me.

Why do I even bother?
Because lately all you have been causing me is disappointment and tears.

So, why am I doing this to myself?
I know I deserve to be treated better than this.

So, going back to my original question, why do I even bother?
I seem to be making more of an effor than you are willing to bring, regardless of your flaws.

Why do I even bother?
When you do not realize the jewel right in front of you.

Why do I even bother?
When I could invest my time in someone who is willing to invest their time into me.

Why do I even bother?
Because I know that God wants me to be fully and completely loved.

Why do I even bother?
When I am being sucked to my last will, put to the edge of my hope, and emotionally limping just to be disappointed yet again.

In fact, why am I doing this to myself?
I told myself not to put myself through this again.

Yet here I am,
Waiting for something that will never happen.
Expecting the unexpected.

I don't know if I have anymore to give.
I give so much to others without recieving replinishment.

So, why do I put myself through it?
As if anything is going to change.

Because as far as I can see
It's the same person in a different body.

So, I will continue to ask myself, "why bother?"

The Quest to Define Love

I recall a conversation I had with a gentleman about a year ago. For some strange reason, that night is flashing through my mind as if it happened yesterday. I remembered it was one of our "deep" conversations, where we were discussing relationships. Mind you, we were not talking about OUR relationship, but relationships in a general context. Throughout our conversation, I remembered asking him how he would define love. He paused for a moment and replied, "I don't know if I can answer that question." I slightly squinted my face for two reasons: 1) I was starting to feel this guy and that was NOT the answer I was looking for; and 2) I didn't think it was a hard question, so why was he struggling with it? I suppose he heard my hesitation because he followed up by saying, "Well I don't want to tell you some bullshit just to say I told you something. If I am going to define it, I want to be able to be accurate."

Ironically, a year later, I am struggling with that same question. If he would have turned the question on me, I wonder how I would have answered it at that point in my life. Perhaps I would have been idealistic. I might have answered how "love concurs all". Or maybe I would have been realistic with a response such as, "love can kick rocks". But if that same conversation took place right now, I would simply reply, "I'm trying to figure that out for myself." Quite frankly, a lot of us need to reply to that question the same way.

I honestly say that I have been in deep "like" before. I have "fallen hard" for several guys. But, if you were to ask me whether I loved them, I cannot say I did with 100% certainty. For example, I told my ex boyfriend that I loved him several times. And at the time, I did. However, the older I get, the more I realize that that love I had for him was extremely shallow. I would even argue that it was a love out of convenience. While I cared deeply for him and "fell hard" for him, did I really love him or was it "strong like"? Or perhaps I did love him with all that I had. And trust me, that wasn't much.

Now I am in a situation where I am in a "deep like" for someone. While I have used the term "love", I do not know whether that is what I feel. Ironically, it was the same person I mentioned above. But the slightest thing, and I'm ready to shut down again. If he doesn't text back, I start shutting down. If he doesn't come see me when he said he would, I shut down. If he doesn't contact me, I start to shut down. I do that as if shutting down makes it easier for me to deal with things before I get hurt. He hasn't done anything for me not to trust him nor has he hurt me. But, I find myself still hiding behind walls. The wall I built up.

The question is: why am I so afraid of love? Most importantly, where do these walls come from? Yes, I've been hurt and disappointed by people. But I haven't had a serious relationship in YEARS. Ironically, it isn't the walls that have been built up from past experiences. Sometimes it's walls built due to fear of the unknown. Perhaps I am afraid of love because I have seen what it has done to others. Or maybe I struggle with this idea of "surrendering" within a relationship. Or maybe I just have no earthly clue what this thing called "love" is. The more I thought about it, I realized it was the latter. I know what it means to love your family. But loving someone who is not your flesh and blood is slightly difficult to grasp.

I may define love as one thing, but what if it isn't what I think it is? So many times we make love into an idealistic, individualistic feeling. Love stems well beyond a mere emotional feeling. While it may start there, that's not all it is. So many people describe love in terms of, "me" or "I" instead of "we". At times, we deal with things in the name of "love". Then, we do things in order to avoid love. It's a tricky game that everyone wants to participate in without really knowing the rules. A question came to me today pertaining to this very question. Then I finally asked myself, "What does God say about love?" I found myself stunned because I could not adequately answer that question. Sure, I went to the "Love is patient and kind" verse that we all hear at weddings. Yet, what does that REALLY mean? In this day in age, what does patience and kindness entail?

So I decided that that needs to be my new spiritual journey. This is not just a Christian journey, because love manifests itself in every religion and spiritual entity. However, I will start with Christianity because I am familiar with that spiritual base. Instead of fearing the unknown, I must take a look at what God defines love as because man's definition of love may be warped by personal gain. More importantly, when God's hand is in it, then it is perfect. When man takes a hold of something, it might be corrupted. We can't help it. After all, we are only flesh and blood with a limited scope on issues such as love.

So feel free to join me on this quest to define love. Keep in mind that I am not a theologian. So the only thing I am planning to do is say what the scripture says. That's all. I look forward to this journey.