I’m at the point of no return in my heart’s subtropical desert lost, knowing that contemplative memories possibly won’t be shared with you again
And I’m asking my incoherent mind at a time like this, why do you want to take me there?
Succulent desire, I can still tell that I’m intrigued by love, your love by the beckoning glazed look in my eyes and then
I don’t want my benevolence of feelings for you falling into obsolescence because I really, really, really do for you, care
You’re so beautiful and intrepid in your own special way and it seems that you amazingly always know the intriguing reasons why
I enjoy breathing your unexpected thoughts of introspection and at a moment’s notice would lay my heart down before for you and on my knees say please
Because your heart’s countenance has a way of using its telepathy through your enrapturing and timeless faces irresistible smile that sometimes just makes me want to cry love.
And thirst for the tears falling from my eyes because I know that the flavor of your honey would put my implicit and disguised emotions of you at ease
Oh, my lovely tasted rose, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere, where there’s no you in that tomorrow
Being intrigued by love is inexhaustibly deeper when it’s in front of your Alpaca soft veiled waves
And I’m inevitably aflutter of what’s about to happen and from the clouds formations as the purple rain from above us begins to drizzle mist its flow
Soaking my wet wishes in between the satisfaction of sharing inviolate kisses with you and I languishing in being intrigued by love circles and that we’re oblivious to the fact we’re getting wet and in an unconscious state of transgressive daze
Your sugar is so damn affectionately buttery soft and sweet but no mystery me, because I always nearly faint at its steamy slippery wet, yet sophisticated touch
It perpetually closes my eyes and says to me inhale this incoming love that you have to feel
And when I do, I begin to drift hazily spiraling into your sweet lemonade inasmuch
Then a silhouette portraiture of you appears in my minds every thought, seemingly so surreal
Always reminding me that love isn’t love, if it isn’t being shared with you
And if it isn’t being shared with you, then it’s just an incredulous dream in a fog that I’m sleeping through
Majicbluerose
© 2019 Darrell Godbold
And I’m asking my incoherent mind at a time like this, why do you want to take me there?
Succulent desire, I can still tell that I’m intrigued by love, your love by the beckoning glazed look in my eyes and then
I don’t want my benevolence of feelings for you falling into obsolescence because I really, really, really do for you, care
You’re so beautiful and intrepid in your own special way and it seems that you amazingly always know the intriguing reasons why
I enjoy breathing your unexpected thoughts of introspection and at a moment’s notice would lay my heart down before for you and on my knees say please
Because your heart’s countenance has a way of using its telepathy through your enrapturing and timeless faces irresistible smile that sometimes just makes me want to cry love.
And thirst for the tears falling from my eyes because I know that the flavor of your honey would put my implicit and disguised emotions of you at ease
Oh, my lovely tasted rose, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere, where there’s no you in that tomorrow
Being intrigued by love is inexhaustibly deeper when it’s in front of your Alpaca soft veiled waves
And I’m inevitably aflutter of what’s about to happen and from the clouds formations as the purple rain from above us begins to drizzle mist its flow
Soaking my wet wishes in between the satisfaction of sharing inviolate kisses with you and I languishing in being intrigued by love circles and that we’re oblivious to the fact we’re getting wet and in an unconscious state of transgressive daze
Your sugar is so damn affectionately buttery soft and sweet but no mystery me, because I always nearly faint at its steamy slippery wet, yet sophisticated touch
It perpetually closes my eyes and says to me inhale this incoming love that you have to feel
And when I do, I begin to drift hazily spiraling into your sweet lemonade inasmuch
Then a silhouette portraiture of you appears in my minds every thought, seemingly so surreal
Always reminding me that love isn’t love, if it isn’t being shared with you
And if it isn’t being shared with you, then it’s just an incredulous dream in a fog that I’m sleeping through
Majicbluerose
© 2019 Darrell Godbold
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