I want to feel you inside of me.
Not by penetration, but I want you to penetrate my mind.
I want to digest you into my spirit. I want you to feed my soul.
Tell me truths that make blissful lies seem like fairy tales.
Let's dig deeper than the skin will allow. Go beyond the flesh, muscle, and bone.
The anatomy mixed with the chemistry is scary.
Reaching higher than the heavens, I'm busting theories.
I want vibes that make albums go platinum. Spark the blunt and let's form our own stories.
Consume each other but not the point where we are no longer aware.
Open minded to our own wants.
Let's desire each other on levels that can't be written down. I want to flip through the pages of this poem and feel something new every time.
A love that can't be denied or ignored
Bringing us together to a science. An equation that has to be solved.
There I go again with the subject references.
What we have can't be put into a box. It sure as hell can't be taught.
This is not something I can study for. I dream about it, I write about it.I want you inside of me.
Mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.
A cliche maybe. Am I afraid of this reality?
This is a plot in my story that I have no control over. The pen has a mind of its own. The pages are filled and flipped.
I want to read them over and over again.
Like a romance novel without the predictable ending.
I want to vibe with you.
Fill my pages with the likes of you. I want to read you from cover to cover.
The spine of you holds me together.
Divulging into the words that form you.
I can't just look at you. I have to think and imagine. Close my eyes and picture my world with you.
Go on adventures that leave my mind wandering.
I want to learn about you. Teach me your needs and fears.
Learn how you think and feel.
I want to be the dimple in your cheek. It has the ability to be part of you as you show happiness.
I have nothing but love for you.
This poem is starting to ramble.
It's nothing but an example of what you do to me.
Jumbled thoughts that can't seem to process you. But understand you completely.
This must be it.
It's not the racing of my heart and flushing of cheeks.
It's the confusion of thoughts and the inability to form complete sentences.
I promise I don't speak in fragments.
I'm not saying I need you to make me whole.I don't. I have God for that. But you, you are my partner. My significant other.
This must be what love feels like.
