Crazy Shit

Crazy Shit

This is..... some.... crazy shit

And this truth hurt

that I wait.. tick tock tick tock

Around the clock on your... call.

For this feeling doesn't have a metaphor

And I try to do the back stroke against her currents,

but she swallows me whole.

She is drunken by my

fountain of youth

but she isn't getting any younger

but I grow bags

under my eyes waiting on her

surprise call or text

saying to come over

She tells me it's hard for

her to touch ground

when I levitate her to a higher

realm.

When I'm just  trying to show her

she deserve more

that it's time for someone else

to take care of themselves

instead of them dipping in her

pockets looking for their answers.

But this is some crazy shit.

When our minds are engaged as

as if we have two karat diamond on each

thought.

It's when we go through

sensational, dimensional, altitude

beyond seeing the brand of each others sheets

when our eyes speak more then our mouth does.

And babe I'm trying to dissect and define down to

the fibers that your mind speak.

And not just those bathroom memorizes

OMG it was magnificent, even down to the

I don't give a fuck if we get caught...

We etched and  recreated erogenous thoughts.

And I was explicitly in awe of the moans that came out of

your mouth. Making it my duty for her to understand

.that I have no limitations

I just want to stroke her every key..

while she's singing the perfect

melody.... in my ear...

But this is some crazy shit...

when I praise the veins that raved my wrist

cause it allows me to enter into your yoni

like this.. with the perfect stroke with such

rhythm even Beethoven can hear it.. because time doesn't

move like my hands do

I'm not trying to cum @ this moment, I want you too.

I breath life into you by kissing on your nipples

and you fall into my world

were pleasure is endless

I would leave you paralyzed from the

waist down, and you

become impregnated by the amount of orgasm I give you

And your glow will effect otha's blood flow, well call them haters

But this is some crazy shit..

when I wanna be more then a nite....or day... or the words that I say

that she has me sttttttuing – trying to make complete sentences out of this shit.

I'm pricing defibrillator's or seeing if my insurance covers it.. cause when I go around her

my heart starts doing acrobatic flips.

But instead of waiting on your call, I'm waiting on the jingle of your keys

at our front door.

I'm wanting to put love in your hands and have you taste it.... all over again and again

and you suddenly have amnesia  and every time will be your first time you've experienced my SweetNess... and your taste buds no longer

recognize the taste of food... without the flavor of my skin

on the tip of your tongue.

But this is some.... crazy shit... Rite?

Written by:

SweetNess