I find myself enamored with the idea of it: falling in love,
I guess I haven’t fallen enough.
Loneliness is the catalyst,
Desirous thoughts channeled intentionally like an activist,
No need to act on this.
It is fleeting,
Depletion is the result of energy mismanaged,
Don’t damage yourself with illusions.
Again and again you replay a new outcome,
Yet, you choose the same masculine criteria that never fulfills it,
It merely becomes a wishlist, wishes are empty.
Actions create plenty of momentum,
Do not act on a transient weakness unless your a junkie.
The alternate reality in your mind is in a parallel universe,
An air that is less clouded by dark matter as is this one.
Here, swift manifestation of our cravings are delayed,
Perhaps it is better this way, otherwise illicit motives would plague the dimension,
For so many of us fail to think of our best intentions.
Nonetheless, I imagine your kiss is sheer blissfulness,
Stimulate my sapiosexual characteristics with your mental exchange,
What is in your mind makes me more inclined to engage with you.
Spiritual aspirations,
Sage burning isn’t beyond you,
Intertwined in our minds on different life paths,
But we exist the same.
Intimately invite your arms around my womb with strong tenderness,
Elicit a sense of protection in my instincts,
I will close my eyes confidently,
Pave the way,
I sense your ability to lead so I will go where you please.