889 Language Barrier Doesn't Matter

The only girls I ever understood were the ones who wanted to make love to me. I wouldn't understand their words but I would understand their passionate tone, their lingering gazes, their sweet kisses...

The language of love was universal and I didn't need subtitles. That's how it felt anyway. 

Actually, sometimes I wouldn't even know what they wanted until they got me in the sack and laid on top of me, but sometimes it wasn't a surprise.

I would often hang out with them for a while before they got me to their bedrooms. They would talk and sound really good in their native language and I would enjoy their company, but I would have no idea what they would be saying.

The goodbyes were tearful and I heard the words "I love you" in so many languages