Hey, I want to make love to your existence.drenched in the colors of your energy,then masturbate to
Hey, I want to make love to your existence.drenched in the colors of your energy,then masturbate to the memories.I wanna lose myself inside yourself. My, I want to drink the sweat off your intellectreflect, and watch your light passion off my neckcaress the sight of your presence with no questionundress, to the nakedness of love, pure loveI want to make love to my soul mate. my soul mate.make love to my soul matemy soul matemake love to my soul mateshit. 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.how would like thattell me would you like thatnow would you like thattell me would you like thatwould you like that.tell me I wanna love you more than madly.wrap these legs, around your words.until your speech is straddled deep, gladlyswim the currents of your vibrationsbe separate and onewith the same meditationwith the same meditationthis is poetry. -- source link