I've been alone for days
Do not be confused I do not complain
I've been content with this and
I hardly do I miss the murmurs of a crowd
For they're thoughts are too loud
I've been the only one caressing my skin
I would much rather listen to the whispers of the wind
Much rather feel your vibrations on my skin
Not your heart, love
But your consciousness
No interest in your clothes
I wanna watch you get
Intellectually naked
Get me wet with your words
Not with sweet talk, but with intelligence
Not from school, love
But from experience
From deep within
Like the ocean
Keep your mind open
Reach into the abyss of all of you
I won't settle for a portion
All of me for all of you
Or leave me to my solitude
About the Creator
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