He makes me want to write poetry again.
No, he makes me want to write symphonies and melodie's that encompasses our sweet moans and our loud roars.
He makes me want to get in the kitchen with nothing but his shirt on and his favourite thong...
Wait you don't get it, this man is the bomb!
He makes me want to water my floors with rose petals and run his baths with my warm caresses and cradles.
Man he puts me on a power trip,
he asked me once, "Do you think Cole's the shit?"
I told him, "His words know all the right spots to hit..."
Just like he does.
He smiles as we share the same thought.
He has me questioning if soulmates are against God?
Because there's a certain loyalty he evokes out of me.
A certain "Yes sir" that he provokes out of me.
When he tells me he loves me, I feel the breath of Jesus encompass me.
"Can I dance for you baby?"
He makes me want to dance when he looks at me.
-R
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Poetry For HIM
PoetryThis is a collection of events, experiences and moments I have garnered throughout my life in respect to all the HIM's I have had. Enjoy the depths of my feelings, my average word play and my perspective of the different loves I've experienced. Life...
