It seems as though my words have penetrated you 
Far deeper than I ever physically could
But don’t get me wrong,
I’d be delighted to explore you
In secrecy, I adore you
Skin as smooth and elegant as a thousand carnations
Mixed with the enigma of one solitary rose
I become lost in a false reality of love poetry and prose
This pen has neither the ink nor the stamina 
To express this in the ideal way
“Words and sounds volume one” spins in the background
I feel high
I wonder if I’ll ever come back down?
Intoxicated, sedated, and elated
My poetry freak? 
I chuckle at that notion
Perhaps I’m the freak,
Because I’d love to taste your “potion”
My thoughts erode to the point my pride is broken
Is this what becomes of a love unspoken?
You’ve exposed me to so many things
You’ve led me through “Fertile Ground”
Taught me to move without sound
So I’m asking you,
In fact, I’m begging with you, pleading with you
Teach me what I don’t know
Lead me where I won’t go
I get frustrated when you don’t speak your mind
Such a striking uniqueness 
You must be one of a kind
I must admit, I owe a dept of gratitude to my boy Harris
Sometimes I imagine us engaged in a kiss
Laying in a bed of roses in Paris
My poetry freak,
You have me hesitant to speak
In fear that my words would somehow degrade you
Erase thoughts of the man that played you
My mission is simply to praise you
Damn, this is so different
All my problems and stress subside in our insightful conversation
To the point nothing real even matters to me
All I hear is an incessant love song
As you romanticize my soul
My pain becomes black like coal
All my problems are forgotten
I don’t ever wonder when I’m with you
Wherever you’re at,
I’m down to come get you,
The way those jeans fit you
Hell, that has to be criminal 
See, all I’m doing is expressing feelings
That I tried to keep subliminal
You’re smile is killing me softly 
And your stare arouses more than my curiosity 
You’re absence is an atrocity 
Images of you run through my head with velocity
And you’re supposed to be the freak?
Shit, I think I might have to usurp that title 
Cause lately,
My tongue between your thighs seems vital
I hope I didn’t come off too blunt
But you know I’m not one to front
Damn, tell me what you want
Your wish would be my command
Try to think of this as I supply, you demand
You’ve already given me so much
But I’m sure you don’t even know it
I’m digging you in the purest way
Though at times I don’t even show it
Well, now you know it
I hate to sound complacent
I simply love it when you stand adjacent
Our eyes meet, it’s like magic
But when you’re gone, it’s tragic
I hope I’m not over your head,
Because you’re that sista Bilal sang about
You’re that woman Maxwell serenaded on “Urban Hang Suite”
This is truly whenever, wherever, whatever
True attraction can’t be restrained 
Because of you,
Misogyny in my heart has abstained
I think I’ve found everything which I seek
The future no longer seems bleak
My soul trembles, I feel my knees getting weak, 
Just at the sheer thought, 
Of my “poetry freak.”