Here's some thoughts
that I must admit:
You're perfect Miss
First of all,
for the woman involved
I'm in love with all
your lust gifts
I'm talking soft lips,
Soft kisses
from the dark misses,
A full moon
so when the moon is lit
I can transform
off your silhouette
But I ain't rushing it,
I interpret it.
I find with time
you're worth it Miss,
Hieroglyphs
I'm patient with,
Un-deciphered signs
I take my time
And dine a bit
On your mind that is
I must admit,
Sparking ideas
When the candles lit.
I can handle it
Miss Handle it
Romance your stance
Til you can't stand the gift
Man-handle it,
My passion is real!
Un-easy breathing
I'm gasping for real!
Grasping for real
My action is ill
Dying in my arms
Who knew joy could kill?!
Still I feel,
that you may be feeling me too.
We had a few moments
but we caught in the loop.
Stuck on the stoop.
But I got nothing to lose
Except you
So I'm the one with something to prove
I played fool,
So please forgive.
And realize
that I ain't perfect Miss
Take you as,
The perfect gift
who exists
as a temptation I can't resist
Miss Artemis,
You aren't hard to miss