Poetry, How Does It Feel

If love had a sound
This would be that sound
Love, love
We would be the band to play it

My ghetto butterfly flew away from me, I wait patiently
By windows and doorsteps, play make believe
As my tears pour to my chest
Won't succeed to breathe if not the hear of you

Surely there hasn't never been a shade so blue
A stank attitude, so not mad at you
Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude of my love for you
No space or time compatible

What do I have to do?
What do I have to do?
My friends say I got it bad for you, I do
But there's nothing in this world I would rather do, but you

Hey, I want to make love to your existence
Drenched in the colors of your energy
then masturbate to the memories
I wanna lose myself inside yourself, until you find me
Confine me, to the freedom, of your prison
Exist in the same space, same time
Combine
Until your thoughts slow grind with mine
Combine
Until your thoughts slow grind with mine
Combine
Until your thoughts slow grind with mine

My, I want to drink the sweat off your intellect
Reflect, and watch your light passion walk my neck
Caress the sight of your presence with no question
Undress, to the nakedness of love, pure love
I want to make love to my soul mate
My soul mate
Make love to my soul mate
My soul mate
Make love to my soul mate
Shit

I wonder how does it feel to make love to your soul mate
Kind of like writing poetry till climax
Untill the point and place where our space and time match
And we, cross divine paths
Tell me would you like that
How would like that?
Tell me would you like that
Now would you like that?
Tell me would you like that
Would you like that? Tell me

I wanna love you more than madly
Wrap these legs, around your words
Until your speech is straddled deep, gladly
Swim the currents of your vibrations
Be separate and one with the same meditation
With the same meditation
This is poetry