Oh how she shines...

I wanna undress, caress your words, thoughts, damn girl just gimme that brain. I wanna connect nerve endings to the cerebral intellect coalesced within ya mind. I find, ya body sexually appealing, but your breasts don't speak, please do not neglect the way I'm feeling. Because I'm feelin that finesse, the way butterflies utter loudly underneath the depths within my chest. Your words poetic. Silent verbs I live 'em. Melodic to symphonic plateaus, your essence provides the rhythm. Let me chisel through the epidermal landscape forming shape to that central nucleaic system. Knowledge enables pistons. I dig ya, mind and wisdom, ya, body and soul, so I've become an aficionado to the sound of ya speech. Freed, your aura augments my solidarity. Slowly but surely abbreviating all desparity. I scantily breathe when your proximity is negative. Overcast clouds of neutrons constrict vessels and ventricles, dilating all that's relative. Time is never tentative for feelings with no alternative. But still I wait, to relocate, to, temperate zones where juice is not from concentrate. Beauty flies into boroughs and riversides beneath the crevices of pours. I wanna drive that magic school bus into worlds unified, through ridges, to, errogenous cores vivified. Harmonic whistles ignite the windpipes to my respirator. Your presence is a gift uplifting my elevator. Lungs get filled, to, collapse when your present is killed.