i have a fatal attraction to your mismatched fragments & your meaningless tangents seem to mean the world to me.
Make love to her mind but don’t leave her mindfucked.
Your jagged edges always surrender to the soft lines in the face of my poetry.
She’s a tornado in a tank top leaving wreckage in her wake.
Her eyes are planets whose subjects aren’t subject to the laws of gravity.
Tease her with your touch or she’ll tase you with her absence.