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Him Not Me
Infatuation of a vulnerable love,
Impeded where,
There is no other natural cause,
Of affection,
Always stressing,
Examing the uncontrollable essence,
At the instance of just a hint of your sent,
My knees buckle and my mind melts,
Extravigant bend of my hips,
Makes your persona glide gracefully,
Into another universe,
Where I always rehearsed,
An intravel of thoughts and emotions,
They keep me floating,
On what I could call cloud nine,
Im in dream land times,
When eva our internal inhibitions collide,
Stroking my ego with your tounge,
Intinsly lashing my ora,
With a grind that sets fire to what seems to be very similar expectations,
Of something I'm supposed to translate into patience,
But damn lord knows I'm so tired of waiting for the day,
My super Nova will explode,
Prosper,
Internalizing and manifest,
A love that can never turn cold,



© Tytiana A. Willams