Leaping bounds, skipping lifetimes. That Malcolm & Betty kind of fidelity. Surpassing the passion that produces the soothing sounds of Coltrane whispering so sweetly. Brotha, you have me imagining. ‘Evidence of sexual cerebral desires drip from my skin. My finger tips tingle wanting to caress the remnants of him. I squirm and arch my back as his nectar blesses the tip of my tongue.’ My psyche’s vibrating. In my thoughts, I’ve cum. That wet dream kind of ecstasy. Our version of meant to be, defies gravity. That Ausar and Auset kind of adulation, that your breath created me kind of appreciation, that this could be nothing but the Creator kind of inclination. Tapping my foot to your rhythm as I dance in the wind, twirling on the tips of my toes, you lift me with your peace. Breaking through the space and time continuum, it has me caught up in the Matrix, that I don’t wanna wake up kind of infatuation. That baby right there, please don’t stop kind of situation. Caressing me, my soul’s levitating kind of admiration. Your existence speaks to me ceasingly. Until the tick tock on the clock stops captivate me, love me internally and without hesitation I’ll cherish you infinitely.
© 2014 Tiffany Michellè