Can you speak me, interpret, translate, … write me.
like ancient carvings inside some ten thousand year old sarcophagus
Can you accept that I am undefined within these modern times?
I am a physical puzzle so you wanna sample a mixture
like I’m a mixed drink of liquors, a recipe that bar tender keeps locked away
while you’re sitting on warm sandy beaches in some island in the middle of nowhere with a name you can’t pronounce
Swear you’re seeing visions of harem belly dancer girls with hints of jasmine holding your lungs into submission and this hallucination got you dizzying
like salsa and meringue beats vibrating up your thighs to the center of your seeds
shaking vibrating cause you’re on the verge of eruption
Can you… wake the fuck up
and see the spiritual ocean depths hidden inside this physical riddle
or are you perpetually interred within the narcotic reaction your mental is having to my presence?
I aint never had a problem with being called beautiful or rare or beyond the typical. But I can read your depth inside your eyes and physical reactions.
How deep can you dive?