since meeting you under my breath, i've confessed… you're unbelievable yet, it's been a half a minute since, i've said something meaningful making your smile extend leaning to, the Lord, for His helping hand He's reasonable, & less absorbed with my fast forward lesson plan as i yawn, at impressions skeptics draw using substance, to avoid assumptions; connecting four not to impress, but if it does, then that's more than something satisfying you, then surprising you, when you weren't expecting more see, i'm a voyeur confronting my desires to, admire you, beyond the corridor my mind's designing i & u, more & more eyeing you, as i listen i am in tuned, to your feline intuition insisting, i'm not only looking at your lips hun though i envision, it’s yum when i kiss them super star, take my heart; take my money; take some pictures pretty woman, right you are, this shit is funny; it’s ridiculous we met sunday; now it’s monday; merry christmas this poem’s a necklace, that fuckin’ glistens it’s holy moly stunning; it’s like holding money the lonely can only glimpse in my mission insists to keep the corners of your lips up it’s so becoming & your complexion’s delicious i'm wishing, that dress would loosen at the hips some expose your yummies & slide off your shoulders, while i hold you, in multiple positions you’re so dope, my nose is running i’ve overdosed on your lines of coke, soaked in honey & now i’m cumming damn… you’re standing in front of, such a man with a healthy appetite, to bite you all the places that you like being blunt, while using subtleties to make you understand this is exactly what i want by tracing circles in your hand read my mind & in between these lines it's you all the time… no buts, ifs, or ands