Love is never average when I am with you.
When I say I love you I mean:
I take you into my heart,
My desires,
pain and suffering,
Longing,
My dreams are full of your dedication,
What I mean by I love you is:
I gather up the physics of your footsteps,
Calculate your directions,
Analyze your pace,
The arc plane of which your hair falls,
I measure love in:
The beauty of your voice,
The conciliatory effect it has into the art of my body,
The soul train of your rhymes,
Your rhythm,
how they reverberate between the walls of my ears,
How you pinball between cerebral sections that cause me to taste the half notes between the bars of your lips,
I feel love by:
You holding my waist,
Gripping me to safety,
Letting my hips and thighs and cheekbones my rounded jawline,
That the the gaps between your fingers can be filled with my curves.
What I mean by I love you is:
The distortion of my hyper ****** drive to mute into intimacy.
Not to disperse,
But to love.
To lift control to the surface,
To caress,
not to be driven and forced,
What I mean by love is:
How I define the impact of you on me.