Lord send her to me
I promise I’ll take my time
This queen has walked a thousand miles
Every tunnel
Crossed every bridge
Burrowed under hills
Peeking at full moons
Capsuling her energy
Storing herself for me
In the crescents and purity
Of every stone
This earth goddess
I’d be too humble if I didn’t boast
All of the measurements I imagined
To taste, explore, implore, and adore
For her I’d break my silence
Tuning into her vocal podcast
Soaking up her wisdom
I’d be the very window to her vision
Her energy sends comets to my planet
My permanent healing crystal
She’s my genie to my wishes
The surrender to my kisses
The jury with our verdict
The perplex to my complications
The delivery of my birthing
A queen amongst the chess board
Invaluable in my capture
Plastering my adoration within her rapture
The essence as I jet through her words
The diary to her hidden fears
The gear shift to her horsepower
The glances behind her flatter
The energy for my seeking
The deliverance from my dreaming
The queen of this kingdom
She is embedded in my garments
The fashion for my audience
The appreciation I haven’t audited
My permanent freed fixation
She is the impossible package
Praying one day I can crown us
As the rulers of lovers duets
No suicidal temptation
Pure, organic, sensual, in tune creatives.
(I pray she receives this from the pure-ness of my appreciation)
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