The Way I Feel About This Woman
Consumed by the constant rolls that play
Developed so well, recorded so well
Chasing the aroma that gently caresses the keys of the grand olfactory organs
Sinking into the thoughts that catch me when I’m melting
i remember the tight grip that you’ve imposed on me
The grip imposed on me
Yet I want to sift through
Entangled by the loose strands I can’t help but to make vulnerable
The sway in your tongue that rolls tones so heavy
Leaves me tender
Such fervor unfolding itself, the chests it lays on
Ethanol giving shoves until the words rupture into your gaze
Listening for more in hopes the shower could saturate me again
Hopeful and tender, I immerse you in ego
Later washing away everything that froth before our eyes
what would you call us
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