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