The Genesis of Sin Was Impatience

Even though the miscommunication from conflicting views create these battles between us. Lord knows I still love the girl…

I’m letting her in, slowly, ******* myself, naked, freeing myself of sin. 
But, back in the Garden of Edin, she told me to swallow my apple, Adam. For I am not man but I sure as hell would not mind playing both roles for My Eve.
We are attempting to take our time to bare these fruits; for you and I have much patience to learn from in terms of creation and growth.

The Genesis of Sin Was Impatience.

We trust to see intuitively, even so guiding us to panic. Recommended by most to take a hit of that dope, love, the relaxation to vibrate our physical form but we’ve got this static connection between us, that I yearn to break so very soon and maybe forever.
It takes me awhile to let in, *** I can give but I cannot take love. 
My views are misconstrued but I believe that you are the prototype and are able to break my cycles that I seemingly have found comfort in.

The love you have in store has me on the edge of my seat because I can taste it, it, its on the tip of my tongue.
M How deep and how wide your love can be. And it’s so genuine and sweet like the first mango of Summer, or better yet your smile…
Fulfilling and Juicy at most.
Dripping down my chin.
I lick. I chew. I swallow. Whole...
You.I would love to.

Be patient with me and I will be patient with you, because the Genesis of sin was impatience.

She invested much of her time into something that, in the end, proved to be worthless and a waste of time

She didn’t know where, but she could feel herself moving away from anything that could be beneficial towards her.

She allowed her uncertainty to grasp ahold of her.

Discouraged as she was, whenever she sought, she was disappointed with what she had found.

She feels herself becoming as idle as the worn-out people she loathes.

She doesn’t know what to believe. The external world has a way of disguising too well inner turmoil.

Is it even there?

Activating the root;

over my loving overgrowth

the roots grasp ahold of me

configuring sounds from

timeless throats

into our auric field;

You are closing your eyes

to see, intuitively;

Meanwhile...

I am attempting to understand

the complexity of our enlightenment,

radiating for interconnected

oneness..

Tell me why I have you etched so deep inside of me?
The fact that I allowed you to slide on in to me, still contemplating whether my actions were wise.
What a shame, I had lost myself...

Tell me why you had to bring things to the table that no other woman could?

Tell me why this feeling has manifested deep into my chest consisting of aches and sharpened blades gauging my soul.

You, yes you. You know who you are. You released my dopamine and I-I saw you as perfection.
You then proceeded to walk away. It seemed as if the world fell apart, but it was me...

Tell me why, I am now realizing I am wrong... Wrong for etching you so deep inside of me?

Equipped with a mind of its own. So intelligent, independent. How lovely could such a thing be? Any one can honestly step a foot outside of their own comfort zone and could right away, catch a pretty being out the corner of their eye. But tell me, could anyone right off the bat spot someone with a pretty soul? A mindset of the wonders, so amorous that an aura of bliss surrounds She?

Could one glance, one move or one word overwhelm the physical structure? Can it possibly defy human qualities? Can She, possibly be? One glance, can easily tense muscles.

One move can without stress, shoot these sensations down your nervous system. One word can alter brain waves and deplete your speech in ways that your tongue becomes a foreign language.

Such a thing, such an emotion could not be solved by any physicist nor chemist. No medicine or research can overthrow something so powerful. It’s as simple as can be, but yet so dangerous and no one is immune.

A crush. That’s all that’s needed; so viral and contagious. Once you pass by the She who has this in their DNA, it causes for no turning back. You’re caught. You’re done. You’re stuck with this illness ‘til death. And that’s the thing. Everyone is bound to catch this disease eventually. There is that one person out there that matches your DNA. I guarantee that the person will infest your immune system ‘till death do us part. You just need to wait, don’t rush, stay patient.

If you overjump, you’ll ultimately hurt yourself for forcing your body into this sickness because of just a pretty appearence. It’s false, and straight up lethal. You’ll just know right off the bat when you found your matching illness. Your body will initiate, then your mind will, of course, follow.

Roots grow from within you, planting me in love.

You don't completely know who you are; quite frankly I don't either.
Yet love is where
my mind takes me.
Making me wonder
if love is not knowing
of the unknown...
Is that where you are?
the unknown?
an alchemical entity,
an endless cosmo
an introspective meditation; reverberations vibrating our physical form as we combine souls..
    Then
    i ponder
                      you
then
I ponder
                       me...
and suddenly...
I find myself submerged in you
not knowing how to swim.