Be Cool. Be YOU. Live FANCY.

People like you don’t exist, I must have drifted into a fairytale;
Walking through clouds, on a high
That I’ve never experienced.
Lost, galaxies deep in these stars
In your eyes where you said I was the apple of.
My heart is beating fast, so fast, I think I might faint and fall,
Into your arms because I know you’ll catch me.
Your not like them.

Not even close to that category, of those before, who have done nothing but misuse all the passion I would give during the courses of our pleasures,
I drew a map to my treasures thinking we could share the riches but they robbed me, distracted by the image of my ultimate reverie in front of me,
In arms reach,
But it was just a mirage.
Who would have knew the city could be so dry, sand filled the streets and the only things around we’re cactus and scorpions,
To whom I’ve always been a fan, for the passion they shared with their lover was known to reach peaks where soaring eagles couldn’t screech when engulfed in pleasure.
But how could i not think of the poison they could sting?
Leaving me soulless as they too took all I had only to move on to the next, perplexed, all I wanted to do is cry but couldn’t, because like the city, i was dessert dry, with many days of deep gray skies, i continued my song and dance to do away my pain, but before into the better it changed, it rained.

After the storm cleared and I was refreshed and renewed, in a better head space after such an Interlude, I had come to concluded that there was nothing, no being that walked the same earth, same turf, that I could come to and be free, who could fully clothed touch and quake me, down past my soul, bone chill with out it being the goal, more than simply amazing for this one could not be simplified,
but when I look into your eyes I think of more than what’s between your thighs, because you bring me calming blue skies,
our tongue not only mingle and intertwine,
but speak of a profound understanding of us, in you I can safely lay my trust, and don’t have to bluff and when I cast you in my fantasies it not only involves a great bust, for once I’m not overcome with lust,
There’s more here between you and i than what my casual relations normally consist of, that four letter word that’s makes you think of bells and white doves, I can say this to you honestly, not while unwrapping a rubber glove,

You the one.