if love had a sound this would be
that sound love love we would be
the band to play it my ghetto butterfly
flew away from me i wait patiently by windows
and doorsteps play make believe as my tears
pour to my chest won`t succeed to breathe
if not the hear of you surely
there hasn`t never been a shade
so blue a stank attitude so
not mad at you not a magnitude
to encompass the latitude of my love for you
no space or time compatible what do i have to do
what do i have to do my friends say
i got it bad for you i do but there`s nothing
in this world i would rather do but you
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 until you find me confine me to the freedom
of your prison exist in the same space same time
combine until your thoughts slow grind
with minecombine until your thoughts slow grind
with mine combine until your thoughts slow grind
with mine
my i want to drink the sweat off your intellect reflect
and watch your light passion off my neck caress
the sight of your presence with no question undress
to the nakedness of love pure love i want to make
love to my soul mate my soul mate make love
to my soul mate my soul mate make
love to my soul mate shit
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 that tell me
would you like that now would you like that tell me
would you like that would you like that tell me
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