"I am not making love to anything that remotely wack"

I wouldn't let this fool cut my grass, let alone be my sex soundtrack.

I am tired of bad ballads.
Sick and freaking tired.

My last love making session involved listening to Bobby Valentino. Frankly, I don't wanna hear that.
Nothing is sexy about that man.

Prince.
That's sexy.
I know I should be focused on the here and now of the sexual act but whenever I hear that mighty, mighty, squeal during the song, "Insatisable", I am in a different state of being and place.

The act of bedroom activities are comprised of so many things. It becomes artistically crafted into a wonderful display of creative competition and tempting role-playing.

So when Mr. Utimate Lover puts on Bobby Valentino, I know I am in for some corny ass mess.

This post might just be a rant about Bobby Valentino but frankly...
I hate wack sex soundtracks.  ¶ 9:12 PM