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.