To roam freely…

I just waves finger fuck you with every letter written to form words for you to read. Or maybe I should draw a picture for your eyes to visualize my intent of artistic needs. It and my imagination is like magic creating the spectacle of singing that couldn’t be. Or is it just atomic that our spirituality aligns so beautifully? If I could take the energy of our presence and spin it into a cyclone we’d dance for more than a lifetime. I just wanna lure you into my thoughts so we’re not alone in my mind. To temp you to orchestrate your version of us in a world where fantasies exist. Just do we can come back into reality and truly live. With sapiosexual tendencies that cling to maturities like fingers caressing your breasts. True intent is a rare form raw just wanting to expose effects beneath the flesh. I just was trigger your curiosities so I too can roam freely in your head. With a deeper sense of admiration even if we’re fine mate it to the bed. Conversation would enlighten the crave to having an interaction I just writing wanna go without. Just to play the vibe like a musical masterpiece that lingers through hertz we cannot hear by sound. Ooh, the purity of devotion to a well rounded, likeminded individual that clicks without demanding what time is right. To be felt without ever being physically touched, not by sight. I just wanna show you it’s not about the version you see as vanity in the mirror mimicking who you may or may not think you are. Bcuz if we’re not mentally intact there’s no chance we have evolved enough to revise to rescue the contents of out pulsating hearts,,,