by TurnerWhen I write about Love
yes that charming, sometimes unobtainable desire
I am writing of you
I am slowly carefully filling every page
and seeing you in my mind
I am touching the pages as if they were
braille
the rises of them
are the curvatures of your body.
I close my eyes and know that you are you
and oh my god I am here with you.
When I talk about Love
thoughts flow every so easy over my lips and
I choose the parting every so slowly cause you
are just that special
it's like I must choose the right wire to disengage
a bomb.
It's like I am being interviewed and the panel
is cumming with me because they ask
is my woman really that good.
