She knows the alphabet to my heart… This genius that I met not so recently.
However, people can’t see this
She isn’t your ordinary but she’s perfect in her open shielded world letting in the eyes and ears to see and hear just what they need to relate to their own life…
She purged …
Speaking in the worlds loudest audiology with lower frequency levels
Blowing me sweet dream kisses only to lead me down a water encompassed path with huge red petal roses laid on on the waters bank for me to travel… Joining her once again; our dreams come together for the perfect date
Usually by now we would have fucked sucked bucked clucked and made all types of scenes come to life
She knew me before knowing me still she is finding me while finding out about me becoming her SHE all flaws un-flawed and barriers exploded to show everything perfect
Perfecting each other, assisting growth for all endeavors… I felt like she knew me to know I needed to be known past any initial identification
She knew me like me knowing my youthful stream of satisfying dining and how I needed then to taste just right for her—-> which she will come to know…
She knew me like she knew how to replay all her scars each incident almost tape recorded. the playback button stuck on play. she knew me like my confidence of my gay proclaimed on my 14 year old day back when I knew saying gay could be cool; ignorant to the disdain in my non believing hate days past blood & crip beef
She knew me like I knew my tech like riding a bike or maybe even tying a shoe string or blowing a bubble or blowing on a nipples because tongue talents only need brush up moments
Sigh…
Soon to be singing birthday songs and her dancing to my gaze playing tunes up and down her body singing her fave lil drink song, never uttering anything but exchanging the look of we can leave right now during this song right now And get deeply engraved in each other RIGHT NOW!!! … so deep beyond any old soul music song… Any old spiritual song… Any old reggae song… Any old any song Singing tunes together
Red and blue poets with the her and hers oppositely attracted into the same desires to be… To be the SHE that she knew would come.
For when you dream of your she… when she shows up you know to pounce all over and hunch all over and grunt all over…
Symbols all over—> verbal and scripted…. Let me flip these scripted sheets and rumble on top of our anticipation with the let down vacant from our vacated pleasure but vacation is now over and I’m drunkenly sober> truly punctual … As discreet as I can be between the seat and steering wheel of my jeep… We sex
I miss you more than I miss summer time funnel cakes off Coney Island board walks when guns weren’t popping and stampedes weren’t occurring… I miss you like Alphapha missing Darla… Like Barney missing Baby Bop… Like Captain Planet with no rings and no Planeteers… Like the Apollo with no sandman… Like my iPhone with no twitter… I miss you like NYC trains back when you used tokens and could save some funds because it cost less than 2.25 to take a ride to clear your mind and explore the beauties of the city… I miss you like… … Like me without… … …you
You feel me?
Insert me in any opening.
Let me spread you into an Eagles wing span.
Let me not be missed and be your ever lasting flavor
Qualify me baby
I’m qualified to reassure I can handle any condition
(tight grip, head pulled back, hair snatched, pumping into that back)
BABY I’m qualified
Let me exercise my empathy because I will never allow you to relate to your friends wack ass experiences ever again. You’re the bomb baby so let me light these fuses and ignite that body and have you succumb to my aggressive womanly desires. I’ll eat and feast like a thirsty vampire… Your juicy stream moistening my nose to my cheeks… I will eat
Bi polar this bi polar that… We met from opposing polars and still got all types of intertwined for I am your SHE…
Whose diagnosing this shit anyway?
Let them diagnose this… However my bipolar genius
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