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