At first,
my words
enter my mind slowly,
giving me a chance
to formulate
a real-romance.
It's the way I like
to start a written-piece,
so thirsty to inspire,
to build,
a fire in you.
Then I begin
to speed up some,
to dribble hot-metaphors,
open closed doors.
Sometimes
my flow of diatribe
is disjointed,
but most times,
I'm perfectly clear,
flowing descriptive verse,
'cause nothing is worse
than an interruption
of the spirit.
Once I get started,
I build my thoughts
a lot quicker,
losing my mind,
the tempo drives
me totally insane,
to the very brink
of an explosion
of my soul.
It's all I can do
to hold back,
to go back to slowly,
trying to regulate
my escalated state
of these heightened-feelings.
When I try to slow
things down to a crawl,
it gives me a bit
more time
to think,
to think of ways that
play further
on your desirous-mind.
Then again,
the pace increases,
the mental-friction does heat up
& I am quickly overwhelmed,
driving you wild like this.
You should see
the smile on my face
when my rapid
spurts of sensuous thoughts
get penned to paper,
I give you
all of my heart.