Metaphorically

She said she likes the way my metaphor swings back and forth. Crossing through time, and reinvigorating the mind. Touching produces a collaborative effect causing her to wonder what's next? Bodies tingle to the point where she invites our souls to mingle. Ending in punctuated satisfaction leaving our after thoughts full of action. And as she raises the ante, I pause to enjoy exactly what we're pursuing. It's something like words galore, but I am the metaphor. More, baby more Praying she finds value from every line throughout time and the deepest recesses of her mind.