Casame!
Uuum. Yes. Every couple of months I rediscover my deep love (lust) for John Mayer. I want to marry that man so he can play his guitar and swim in deep seas of blankets and have curly hair. uhUHUHuh...
I love these lyrics from "Your Body is a Wonderland"
Something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
Due to my CD player's repeat button being pressed a gazillion times over the past few days, I have moved to never use the term "make love." Here's why: I'd really like to think that two people having sex do have love between them. Maybe not necessarily the kind marraige is made of, but some strain of it. Why would you have to MAKE love via sex? It should already exist.
I do however like the way John Mayer uses this term in this song.
posted by M.Jazz @ 7:19 PM
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