She

She is... the muse

She's the constant glances that I steal behind every meal dinner table chatter

Admiring her physique
I've danced with her tongue to every word she spoke
My tongue spoke the language of the thin line between love
and lust
Lusting through SMS phases
Defaced and exposing my gluttony for entry

She's the peace to my ocean seas

Rumbling through my heart's walls
Waves adjacent to pleasure and pains combustion
The fire to the heat... sweet heating lesbian tales amid her screaming vocals
The tide cooled and calmed

She is the calming remedy
A Leo curls into the strength of the Sagg's temperament
Etcetera
The chimes of her voice notes
Fully consumed in her aspirations
Her dreams derivatives dangling
Brandishing missions, intentions, and ambitions 

I'm clinging to the position of completion she seeks
She is the cognition & the strength to my ego's subconscious
Bowing into submission; I let her conquer my every inclination

She is my speech
She is the loving in my rambunctious stutter

The superfluous attention to the meticulous banter
(Ignored)

She attests...
I am affluent in charm

She is the recipient for eternity
My heart became cupid's little tattle tale
Tales with no fairy's jotted in snippets
Unraveled and bare

With mimic she gripped
A neck for the kiss
Two weeks too long
The muse let her tongue deliver the sweetness
Matching scents of HER ...

perfumed to perfection

Lovers past the lust
She is...