Love not like

I love not like, or maybe like but not love, curves resembles the gods, or should i say the goddesses, and yes she is my mistress, but i will never, mistreat, how come i like everything from her feet to her mind, personality divine, infinite possibilities when we get together and start whispering, gently kissing, caressing, envelope, develop a slight like, or dislike, just like a bike, i ride her, and when we are done, i confide to her, and she does to moi, give her a kiss mwah, she is my diva, and i, her soul's flava, like hot lava, but how come i can't see past, her definite body, her mortality, her love her individuality, her soul, her past i dread, like the hairstyle, red, eccentric thats her style, i penetrate like a missile, never missing the spot, 15 tattoos, 1 life, 1 man, 1 woman, laying together, can me and her be forever, or just for the moment, why create something if you ain't going to finish, and why start if you can't finish, why sleep but not stay the night, why strike if you ain't going to fight, and why temp, but when we kiss we turn up the temp, a little wine, a little tease, a little kiss turn to the bed, clothes fall, but not in love, then we love, and we sweat, and we fall, and we sleep, and we dream, we close the windows so we don't hear or see the thunder, so god can't see us as we slumber, hoping that god can't judge us, and when she is next to me, i see her soul next to me, i look into her eyes and ask if i see me, i don't want to get sentimental but does she see me, and as a man that scares me, frightens, sends shivers down my spine, as i lay in supine, and try to think without the wine, as we lay together, but i really like her, but how come i can't see past her past, and why does that blur the future, but we are both mature, and the attraction is only nature, natural, sensual and heavenly sexual.