I want you till you fill every pocket of my being. Every crevice of my soul. Every crease every fold. Till I'm overflowing and satisfied over the top. Like the virgin girl in the fattening house waiting for you to take interest and ask for my hand, for me to be one half of God's true intention. For you to fill my loins with generations of songbirds and rythm chasers. Decipher this organized confusion and break down the strong hold that disturbs my peace. so I can introduce you as my husband, king, my counselor and my priest. My friend, more than the apple of my eye... more like the root that proves sturdy in times of storm. Weather beaten but unmoved. Nourishment to the vines of me, deeper than deep. not because of swell'n words, but because of a selfless you- giving and unsung. I want to travel to the core of you Tread beneath the surface of you. By any degree necessary All I want is more of you. The soul bearing. More of you declaring that thing is much more than some tingling feeling or a nibble on a ear. But just your presence, your presence alone is bliss. Drenching my spirit till I can't hold anymore, and it's dripping out of my every word and it replaces my tears, and it leaves lovespot on my pages. It moisturizes my heart and like Aloe it heals it all over again. I really hate to sound greedy but I just can't believe that karma could be so cruel, putting me on to something so good, and I can't get just a little more? After you've made your hands to cushion a hard heart, tracing me, alluminating every single inch. Taken your eyes and read me silently, then spoken out across panel after panel for me. I'm trying to get more 'cause we stopped making love a long time ago, Now we recreate it. Making it more meaningful every time. Every moan carries a new message. Every tremble a new song. Every morning after a new revelation. Every assurance of your love... new hope.