... this is liquid
we interact
like sand and seashores
a refreshing ebb and flow
of the desire for more
she is the tremble of my hands
the laughter in my smile
the flutter in my heart
racing for miles
across my spine
she orchestrates tingles
with the stroke of her finger
my pulse reaches its crescendo
and the resounding melody
not only lingers
... it resonates
i am her muse
I am repeat on her favorite track
she is my groove
yes, I got her back
i create in her presence
and feed off her essence
she nourishes my spirit
my soul food plate
from heaven
with her i find pleasure
in knowing my dreams
she is the smoothness of the mirror
that looks inside me
and reflects
bystanders wonder
how long we'll remain involved
i reply
until cliff edges stop jumping
and parachutes don't fall
we interact
like sand and seashores
a refreshing ebb and flow
of the desire for more
she is the tremble of my hands
the laughter in my smile
the flutter in my heart
racing for miles
across my spine
she orchestrates tingles
with the stroke of her finger
my pulse reaches its crescendo
and the resounding melody
not only lingers
... it resonates
i am her muse
I am repeat on her favorite track
she is my groove
yes, I got her back
i create in her presence
and feed off her essence
she nourishes my spirit
my soul food plate
from heaven
with her i find pleasure
in knowing my dreams
she is the smoothness of the mirror
that looks inside me
and reflects
bystanders wonder
how long we'll remain involved
i reply
until cliff edges stop jumping
and parachutes don't fall