Destined we are, or at
least that's what it seems...
everytime our space is
equivalent I'm kicked from
reality and rebooted in a
dream
Destiny her name, or at
least that's what I call
her.... We don't even know
each other but her wow makes
me want to spoil her
My destiny is we , or at least
that's what I feel... No matter
my mood her smile intrudes
inducing my ecstasy to
spill
Absent sex still I am
dressed saturated by
potential love.... A
connection yet gentle
beginners feelings only
mental yet pure like the
the presence of a dove
Believe your eyes for
what you see is far
from deciet..... Potential
love how could this be
when "we" aren't two
who speak?
I'll explain....
She's like the sunlight
to a clear blue morning
sky.... Or that breeze in
the summer when the air
seems a bit shy
She's like that..... Scream
your taste buds let out when
ever they encounter that first
sweet but she's not a one time
thing once she's seen she influences
a permanent screech
She's like that...... Sensation
storm that plagues the body
when one is set to release....
But this storm never clears
unlike the feeling when one
no longer leaks
She's like that..... Sound you
hear when opening a bottle
reassuring your drink was
fresh...... I wouldn't be surprised
if that sound was mimicked right
before she engages in sex
She's like that..... Word you
use to define satisfaction from
something you see
Beauty...
My destiny...
Her presence is proof that
god loves me
Destiny
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