(A)head

I am the ying to your yang
The balance on your scale
The response to your prayers
The remedy to your brokenness
The taste to your crave
The fix to your sweet tooth
Blowing your fucking brain
While fucking you with fire brain

I'm not your type
I type and evade your pursuit
My vibe is a tailored fit for the endured
Never running out of breath drumming into you
I keep her gasping for hers drowning in knowledge
The gift of gab boosted my footing producing additives for our column

Fuck taking your time with me
Show me poetry explosions when you taste me
I'll explode til your taste buds remember they can't replace me
I'll be the puppet to your play when fours cross into wings
Flying into my tidal waves
I say suck every time you sample me

What's a race without a final destination
What's foreplay without summation
Without arithmetic we'd be stuck on philosophy
Without lucidity you'd be dripping hesitantly.