is it you
we be conversing like it's true
immersing our perversions & point of views
before employing snooze; to destroy the hues
that faded our gloom, & premeditated you
by deflating you, then resuscitating you
bating you, with the hook line & sinkers
by winking, with my way of thinking
thinking ink will make me dream of genie & blink
my way beneath your bikini, where it's pink
& complete my feat to be whodini & sink
then rise like surprise, can you see me when i wink
i hear a shrink's mind screaming
suggesting less than my comprehension can stream in
i'm a mess, just when it's convenient
compressed in my chest is a bulimic with turrets
purging my emergence & girth into your superbness
like semen; being rated x, for no reason
cause i don't just need a girlfriend
or wife to impress, then undress
i need a whirlwind to twirl in my life
when i confess; what i hide & i suppress
for her to comply with compliments & caresses
she said my confidence is electric, & gives her an erection
spoon feeding my need for affection, & a connection
reclined in her mind, finding the lessons
designed & destined to mess with the messes
meshed in my methods
with evidence, revealing my appeal is benevolent
wholeheartedly, giving you every part of me
peddling, faster to massacre, the past & the present
where you ain't present, to present you as my present
& me as your peasant
as in, he who does what he's has to
to ensure he has you, captured, as you
strong as me; stronger mentally, & soft still
with your body calling me, to penetrate your force field
to of course chill, in your thoughts, compelled to get lost
just so you can find me
climbing blindly, up the hill to your heart
i dream of genie
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