I can make you full of life, exhilarated,
Passionate and elated.
I can make you think you’re a god,
Think you know all the answers,
I can make you feel prodigious,
Feel beautiful, gorgeous, and unbeatable.
I will make you so spontaneous,
Take countless risks you cannot fathom.
I will make you irritated and insane
Furious with those whose pace is slower.
Then I will bring you crashing down,
Bring you plunging to the floor.
Smash your head and soul down.
I will make your thoughts crumble even
More,
Make them foggy and confused.
I can make you think you’re in hell,
Think you’ll never smile again.
I can make you feel subjacent
Feel self-hatred and resentment.
I can make you crawl on the floor until you
Drawl.
Drawl with a voice inside of you,
Telling you it can’t handle more.

Profound are they whose words hurt
Or heal and make us whole.
Ever lyrically stripping us bare
To reveal our deepest thoughts.
Sweet, the souls of rhyme.

As honey billows from a hive
Words satisfy my mind
The sweetest dew breathed out of mouths
Mists my skin in Eros
My heat rises and bubbles the molasses in my head
Slow hands stir its thick syrup and enjoys its warmth and feel
Caressing down my cheeks
On my tongue and into my lips
harmony pleases my inner itch