I can show you relationship fulfillment, or at least the equivalent.
Maybe mental gratification throwin caution to the wind call it lack of hesitation.
She has written words something like loves personification.
This is the epitomy of inspiration.
I can smell her scent of desire like the smoke from her soul that has been set on fire and her essence is what I perspire.
Oh this aroma... more gratifying then a doctorate diploma.
She has brought out my emotions expressions and without question I embrace these romantic lessons.
Caught up in her hurricane yet feel no pain so I dance in her rain.
Oh this subconscious touch...almost to much to contain like a escaped blush beyond lust for this without knowing I already trust.
Is this an attempt to embellish...no...call it an attempt to cherish wanting it all to myself so maybe you can call me selfish.....senses have been rendered helpless.
She does not yet understand how willing I am to meet her demands as if they were my own commands.
She is the foundation of meaningful existence so whether absence or great distance I will remember her mental fragrance and use it for my hearts guidance...I am overwhelmed.