I wrote you a love letter in the sands of time
With each grain making up each line
With the rain from the sky helping me to create the rhyme
My hands caressed sacred parts of the earth, again
We experienced numerous adventures with different indentured relationships
Finding ourselves reminiscing the mediocre shit
That we sometimes don’t want to admit we did
I’ve learned that life is worth nothing
If I can have something
That keeps my heart thumping and bump bump bumping
I’m attempting to taste one thing
God’s closest creation to perfection
And those perfect thighs keep my eyes chastised
I’m so erect that my shadow duplicates the Obelisk
Princess, I could smell and taste simotaneosly from your neck.
Drowning myself to death with your sweat
In that moment I catch myself moaning
As if I didn’t just have you this morning.
Your breath I’m inhaling
Your body continually ejaculating
My inhibitions I’m exhaling
All because I want to be the cure for all your aliments.
I just want to ride the tidal waves of those hips
Feel your heart beat through those lips
Experience everything beautiful and fruitful
From your toe nail polish to those cuticles
I’ve imagined 300 different positions and if you have one second to listen
We could talk about it,
Right after all this kissing
Please love, how I got you thinking different dialects
The things that get you in touch with your heritage.
Is it the perfect positions?
The ways I listen?
Or the way your body almost goes into submission?
Because it all started with just one poem
And it started like this…
Excuse me miss
What’s your name?
Can you come with me?
Can I take you out tonight?
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