How can I explain to you?
My selection,
My control,
My normal “self”.
How can I make you feel?
The passion,
The possibility,
The pulse.
How do I let you know?
I’m not normally so…
I don’t usually just…
I’m not acting entirely out of lust.
I can’t seem to articulate;
The normal process,
My conditions and ambitions,
The wait.
I’ve lost all concept of boundaries with you;
Teenage like,
I haven’t looked,
Ecstatic free-fall – hooked.
I feel an inquisitive fool,
Diving off into a pool of blue
Mesmerized, ignited by the power you possess,
Intimidated none the less.
