How I feel
What is here is more than just sexual.
That is what I sometimes tell myself.
Unsure of perception of future connectivity;
Her intellectual scope is what has me skeptical.
Her mind intertwining into her physical is inevitable.
Women love with their mental, men love with their physical.
Her body is my time and place.
Time expires, and change requires the possibility to alter the present.
So her mental must eventually be my eternal ecstasy.
A never ending high of transcending consciousness, the mind feeds the body until
we merge together like adhesive.
Is she my lady, or is she her own?
That is sometimes the question, that is how i feel.
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