You know what the hell you got to do…
So you aim to please that lover branding your ass with a slap of the hand. You bow down to wash and kiss their feet so they can save you from your sinful yet angelic nature.
I’m not saying you should piss on everything or off anyone who doesn’t agree with you or play the game with the same level of passion as you thrive for the finer things in life.
You create the life you desire, just as you do with your passion partner…
We can agree to disagree on the trivial shit cause all this crap we see and hear all around us will someday fade away. Yes even the air we breathe or the government which taxes our share of the carbon footprint we leave here on earth.
Besides, that’s why the bedroom should be the neutral zone. Leave the negotiations for the boardroom and your clothes at the door.
Always remember…where true love resides, there a safe space will be for mutually-beneficial compromise.
Kill them with the best sex you’ve got in your arsenal of love. Using delicate touch as instrumental experimental interactive intimacy between the sheets and long hard kisses to resurrect the dead back to life.