"Hey, I want to make love to your existence, drenched in the colors of your energy My, I want to drink the sweat off your intellect, reflect, and watch your light passion off my neck
I wonder how does it feel to make love to your soul mate., kind of like writing poetry till climax. till the point and place where our space and time match, and we, cross divine paths. tell me would you like that. I wanna love you more than madly. wrap these legs, around your words. until your speech is straddled deep, gladly swim the currents of your vibrations be separate and one with the same meditation with the same meditation this is poetry"