Give Me Your Heart, Make It Real or Else Forget About It

And if you said this life ain’t good enough

I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you’re so smooth


And it’s just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it’s the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth, yeah
Give me your heart, make it real or else forget about it


-Smooth, Santana ft. Rob Thomas

My philosophy precisely.

I recall being “in love” in my youth with a certain blonde. Man, was I naive.

Half-heartedly giving her vulnerability to me while requiring and demanding so much of mine. We have all been there, I presume.

No fucking thanks.

I want it real or fuckin’ forget about it.

This goes for everything too. Not just the love part, but the passion. The intimacy. The sex. The fuckin’ sex.

I want a woman fucking me with her eyes when I shove my hard cock deep inside her. I want a woman a sense of self-assurance as my cum drips off of her lips and she smiles up at me.

I want to see in your inner strength how you can give me your weakness.

I want to see, when you submit, that you fuckin’ love it, but only love it for me.

There is no faking it in these moments. I see right through mechanics and I want your heart spilled out to me when I devour you, finger you, bind you, and fuck you into a frenzy.

I want your lust, at the deepest level.

No exceptions.

Fuck that.

I’d rather not know than be disappointed.

Make it real.

Or else forget about it.


Originally published at The Romantic Dominant.