Mixing simple sentences together just so they can become complex.
Us intertwined beings attracted to the opposite sex.
Having a based relationship with a surreal connection
has me thinking with a non-sexual mental erection.
We light and blaze it up with metaphorical analytical speaking all night long
on this dream bed where we made sweet sweet poetry on.
So grab by personified hands, but not so tight so you could let go and fall back into the blissful sheets of metaphors and feathered pillows of similes while making sounds of cacophony in hyperbole.
Hypnotized, eyes drawn back, mind in a trance
the way you move and groove with your assonance
Colliding galaxies as my pen penetrates your paper, both subversive.
As i write in fine print you write in beautiful cursive.
Constant, Constant anaphora with your onomatopoeias drawing near.
Electrical brain arousal as you whisper paradoxical statements in my ear.
Heightened thinking to extraterrestrial levels that normal beings can’t even reach.
learning new things about you that no teacher nor philosopher can teach.
Drawing closer and closer to your untouched sultry soul
as we stroke and caressed each other’s amicable alliterations with thole.
our juxtaposing bodies sweating with so much pun.
Poetic bullets of tropes and schemes fired at each other
with a figurative non-realistic, yet so real gun.
Holding each other’s rhetoric bodily words together with each other’s legs and arms
transposition of exhaled refreshing breath from my lips to yours with no alarm.
Both popping the ill pill of knowledge getting us on a natural high with fulfilling reverberating grace.
Climatic altitudes reached as I came and threw my verbal speech slurs and curse words all over her face.
No euphemisms can be said for what we did that one night, no one can disagree.
because all we did that one night was make sweet sweet poetry.
Mixing simple sentences together just so they can become complex.
Us intertwined beings attracted to the opposite sex.
Having a based relationship with a surreal connection
has me thinking with a non-sexual mental erection.
We light and blaze it up with metaphorical analytical speaking all night long
on this dream bed where we made sweet sweet poetry on.
So grab by personified hands, but not so tight so you could let go and fall back into the blissful sheets of metaphors and feathered pillows of similes while making sounds of cacophony in hyperbole.
Hypnotized, eyes drawn back, mind in a trance
the way you move and groove with your assonance
Colliding galaxies as my pen penetrates your paper, both subversive.
As i write in fine print you write in beautiful cursive.
Constant, Constant anaphora with your onomatopoeias drawing near.
Electrical brain arousal as you whisper paradoxical statements in my ear.
Heightened thinking to extraterrestrial levels that normal beings can’t even reach.
learning new things about you that no teacher nor philosopher can teach.
Drawing closer and closer to your untouched sultry soul
as we stroke and caressed each other’s amicable alliterations with thole.
our juxtaposing bodies sweating with so much pun.
Poetic bullets of tropes and schemes fired at each other
with a figurative non-realistic, yet so real gun.
Holding each other’s rhetoric bodily words together with each other’s legs and arms
transposition of exhaled refreshing breath from my lips to yours with no alarm.
Both popping the ill pill of knowledge getting us on a natural high with fulfilling reverberating grace.
Climatic altitudes reached as I came and threw my verbal speech slurs and curse words all over her face.
No euphemisms can be said for what we did that one night, no one can disagree.
because all we did that one night was make sweet sweet poetry.