I'm digging you 2 much
the mere idea of your touch
causes my logical judgement 
2 dissipate
inspiring me 2 create 
places that don't exist
in the relative sense
but in my dreams
I scheme 
to encapsulate our brief moments
fortify them with alloys
unaffected by time
and hold them as mine
replaying them with
imperfect 
perfection
as my old "Luther"
cd that magicly
skips
on his intro
"I wanna tell you baby
the changes I've been going thru
missing u
missing u
till you come back
to me
I don't know what 
I'm going to 
do...

I'm digging you 2 much
like year the 3024
and ebony futuristic
moonlight walks 
on 
the planet 
"Chocolatonia"
A tiny cove dotting the 
organic universe
of "Love"
gracefully suspended
on the crimson fringes
of the
decadent
The "Erotica"
solar system
You and I 
the inventors
of the miraculous
intimateintergalacticalsexualclimaxal
life force
"Ecstaphoria"
the intense combination
of our ecstasy and
euphoria
bottled 
packaged
labled
and 
distributed
across the 
12 
confirmed galaxies
Where we make the 
most intense
passionate 
existential
love
on a platinum
bed
slowly
floating
overlooking the city's
inhabitants
holding crystal champagne
glasses
gliding pass
the masses
of
Chocolatonian beings
who gravitate in awe
never before seeing
2
life forms
get down
like we get
down
lusty
sweaty
sensual
lovemaking
immortalized
in stories
2 be retold
for generation
upon 
generation


I'm digging you 2 much
You've got me throwing 
caution to the wind
as lackadaisacal
as kids
skipping flat rocks on 
a quiet pond in a
the quaint town of
"Blankton"
where 
2 all of the wives u 
are the talk of the town
simply due to your
teasing walk
and the seductive
way
you say
"good day"
and to the men
I reign as the 
"Man"
4 no other reason than
having the privelege of
holding u
being with u
loving u
Doors open magically
as we enter rooms
the radios all humm 
our favorite tunes
You scent?
bottled and sold
as perfume
to jealous wives
who secretedly
wish to be you
and 
and purchase by
men
who make love
to them
but think of you
while
they do

I'm digging you 2 much
to the point where
I almost understand
the artist formerly known as....
when he was just "Prince"
before he became
"Prince" as of late
All of his music's
idiosynchricies
his lust-ridden
compositions
and his guitar
solo's that blanketed
his earlier works
because
your touch ignites
berserk 
fireworks
in my mind too
and if I could play the 
guitar
I might break a string
or two
attempting to recreate
that moment with you
just before you flowed
screamed to a creshendo
and climaxed
piercing your fingernails
into my back
repeating my name
my name
my name
WHEW
baby 
I dig you 2 much