Dope As I Am

Thoughts are a beautiful array of wonderment. Making one wonder where winter went? Especially when found in the warmth of arms meant for betterment. Heaven sent. Floated in on a whisper and I've been chasing that kiss ever since. What month is this? Surely now is God's greatest gift? Unwrapped and displayed causing my mind dismay as if she were a PS5 and I knew all the codes to unlock her most desired functions. Tell me sweet something's. Let me hold something. Yeah. There it is, your entire spirit rubbing against my mental. I don't even care what day it is.