I wake her with a kiss of a new day that both of us know could be our last. We breath in like two babies just coming into the world to start a beautiful and dangerous adventure. We f@*K like rockstars on tour. Fueled by a fire no one knows quite like us. Then I make us breakfast. She slinks out to the table in my wifebeater and black panties. We eat, laugh and tell each other our stories accumulated along life's twisted trails and paths less traveled by. She is non judgemental and does not become hurt by a relationship of past. She knows its just life. And I'm already hot for her again. We are symbiotic like waves & shores, the moon and stars, my cadillac and the sweet sound of Tu pac's voice rappin " Picture Me Rollin." We never speak against each other, in any crowd. I smoke and tell her I want to quit one day. She tells me to blow her smoke rings. She is kind just like me and cares about others. If someone mistakes my kindness for a weakness and I become violent. She always hugs me and bites my neck, tells me I'm her tough guy. Whispers into my ear and makes the demons go back to sleep. If she couldn't walk I would carry her to the ends of the earth. She says she needs me like she needs air and it makes me higher than any drug could ever get me.