I sit outside your door

I imagine the angelic way you move like the earth is your runway Seeing your pretty eyes hidden behind eyelashes that resemble silk I ponder your frame Your silhouette is a stencil for a goddess No one’s perfect But your my perfection I think about how I would grace your lips with discretion Gently placing mine on yours and floating to a sexual purgatory Where we just leave the wrongs and the rights of the world Then I imagine the lips between your thighs puckered up with the elegance of a freshly blossomed May flower I think about you so much my thoughts don’t know any other thoughts Ideas of how I can be yours Plans on how I can make you my forever Well forever doesn’t last So, lets be together until we both cease to be I just would love to hear the words of you You speak and I hear Maya Angelou You speak and I hear Erykah Badu You speak and I hear Lauryn Hill You speak and I hear my wife You are what I need to make us “We” needs to be As I think of you I can envision you looking at me and telling me yes

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