She swears she's exotic

cut from a foriegn sheet

no fruit tastes as sweet

not even a mango.

So ripe and edible

perched on her seat

her hands grasp her feet

my mouth all wet.

Tongue ready to tango

stomach wants to eat

throat feels the heat

completely hypnotic.

I bite, but im upset

anticipating the treat

just flavors of meat

she's not so credible.

Twenty-Two and traveling international

thoughts travel as well

a smile crucified to my face

workbound from a hotel,

the morning looks excited

but my eyes try to fight it

my stomach and the radio discuss

and the sun warns me of its zeal.

My music plays

moving along the scene

i'd hope it'd move my emotions

an alternative caffiene,

the start of a new day

and my thoughts sway

curious about where I last had my purpose

the inspiration I feel.

To experience most of you

and still be a stranger

to have imagined your insides

and still feel anger.

Inspired to marry you

but not enough to paint

weak enough to sleep

too weak to faint.

Curious to know

what you think you love

when you feel my presence

what words you think of.