Wish I could translate my words in every language so every culture could be aware of your existence in my life, they just hafta know!
Though I wouldn’t get far since I can’t really explain the way you make me feel in any language
its something you could only feel
once you connect-body language
you and the who that Woo’s you
and to explain is senseless,
Make me feel like I want to do everything with you to compile phrases to prose to pages to chapters to books I can stack and store in libraries of love non-fiction
to create my own Dewey decimal system
so others could research methods
to-feel-this-way
To examine how we got-this-way
How to love-this-way
In a way that has yet to be formulated kind-a-way
Far from a solution to re-create-this-way
This is NOT science
Though there are elements of chemistry
It is but a reference to a subject I find irrelevant
This is literature
This is art
Poetry on my tongue as I suck lick and split syllables through my lips and fingertips that stroke
As I caress my synonyms over your hips and find pronouns hidden around your neck that lead me to your collarbone of heightened intonations
where I lose my breath
Lose myself,
Consequently
words to express
The
Feeling.
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