You excite me and make my thoughts – spend into suspension.
All of you.
I can’t deny what I wanna make you feel.
I wanna cause your actions to form into a battle.
Literally paralyzing you into a web of sticky cream.
Then I want to get rid of your syrup by sentencing your lips with the weapon of my passion.
Pouring into you sections – I haven’t shown to anyone.
But my youthful self when I first realized, how bad I wanted a girl like you.
Badly like the oceans – I seek to calm you in the midst of your trauma.
Again I wanna become a slave to your spell.
I want you to look at me so I can surrender my reservations to you.
Giving you my jokes and camaraderie so that your laughter is a temptation of undress.
Confess so I can heal you by the meditative forgiveness I must pardon to you.
For the blasphemy of your presence writes onto the walls the need for redemption.
If my passions resurrect a savior to your transgressions – follow me into this bliss.
Heaven is our journey and we are saints as we relinquish into the fire of paradise.
Inspired BY The Muse Of Native Land.