Hot and Cold...

I don't like it cold... Even though when I feel hurt I may act a little distant... But I always like it hot, warm... Cozy, soft, hard, sticky, full of emotion, intense, passionate, obscene, sacred, s*xual, innocent... I love it... In all its ways, shapes and forms...




Hot and Cold
"For this love flowing against the current.
For this love that nobody understands.
At times it knows no bounds
and runs amok in a terrible way.
It drags me around like a river,
going between hot and cold,
but it's yours and its mine,
clear as a moonlit night
with the moon full...
it's worth the difficulties.

And at times it takes me so far
that I find myself where I have never been.
Sometimes I lose myself
and then return in an instant, going between
hot and cold.
This love is yours and mine.

For this love that has no pretensions,
for this love
that scratches and spreads out,
for this love born out of time itself.
For this love
that sometimes I myself don't even understand.
And it plays, just like a child
with the face of a rascal,
a game of cat and mouse.
And at times it shows itself to me naked,
so delicate and pure,
that I can't imagine it being wrong in any way.

And at times it takes me so far
that I find myself where I have never been.
Sometimes I lose myself
and then return in an instant, going between
hot and cold.
This love is yours and mine.

And at times I confuse the heavens
with the earth;
at times I don't know if it's going away or coming back,
between hot and cold...
This love is yours and mine."

P.S. What about other things...
My soup, extremely hot...
My drinking water, extremely cold...
My room, cold...
My bed, warm...
My... Nah, I better stop... Jajajajajajajajajajajajja...
What about yours... Do you like it hot... Do you like it cold... Somewhere in between...