I want to be...

I want to be more than your heart and soul
Baby I want to be your future.
I want to help you achieve victories, and deal with failure.
I want to be your support team, management, security...
I want to be the mother of your children, not yo baby momma'.
I want to be your wife, spouse, other half, not your side line hoe put be hide a trifling girlfriend.
I want to be your muse, your inspiration, the collectiveness that defines you, BUT is not limited to me.
I want to be yours.

We are Harmony

We collide together and colors burst from:
each kiss, touch, caress
Its the magic assigned to passion.
A chemical reaction.
Light down a fiber optic tube.

We are pure and simple, wild yet tame.
Rainbows after the storm.
Light rainfall on a hot summer's day.
Ice melting on hot skin.
The moon's pull on the waning tide.

We are a complete contrast.
My florescent epidermis against your dark satin muscles.
I am the star in the room when the lights are out.
You refract my essence,
and I consume all of yours.

We dance when the lights are off in:
car seats, beneath the sheets, against walls, on the floor.
Mirrors project to us a connection
as melodies dictate our rhythm.

We are harmony.

Separate We are Defined

My soft is to your hard...
You are a rock and I am water
I flow around you touching everything molding to you

I am cool and gentle, hot and enduring.
I keep you imaginative.
I chip the rough edges away and keep you soft.

You are my strength, my brick wall
My safe haven, my warrior
You are the muscle
The sex
The physical ecstasy

I am your support, your warm bed, your soft touch, your Dionysus
I am the energy
The persuasion
The erotic arousal

Within the Crew

I feel like everyone is on their own Island
with a few people for company
and I am the ocean that links the Islands
Ice cold and lonely.