Spilled Milk

Soul Sex

What a low melodic hum of a voice you have. Much like the low roar of a sexy black vehicle. The way your eyes gaze straight into my ego, ripping it apart as if I had ingested some form of psychedelic, hypnotizes me. It captures me and holds me in a state of mind that I'd rather not leave. The prominent curvature of your Cupid's bow makes those between my own thighs quiver. I never knew what true temptation was until you showed me your naked soul. Your very own deep lyrics. Your very own musical sex. Sex in the sense that your lyrics slid into my ears and out of the tear ducts of my eyes. Your dancing words engaged in intercourse with my thoughts and made love to my heart. Now I am stuck. I do not want to be freed. I wish I could stay forever. I want to love you, make love to you, meditate with you, cry with you, pray with you. I want to be your every breath. I will stay by your side until you realize that the song our hearts sing has been on the same beat the entire time. I will be next to you as your friend until you notice that my ring finger looks a little too naked. You will stay in my thoughts until yours can't get rid of the thought of me.