Lady come lay your head next to me
making us something similarly
poetry we symmetrically
stanzas connecting sexually
intersecting contextually
remastering we internally
shaping our outsides like pottery
lines inside our minds defining we
pitter pattering like little feet
foolishly wondering, pondering
putting together philosophies
polishing facts with artistry
advanced metaphors physically
manipulating mentalities
never replacing casually
constantly in between you & me
we can always keep consistency
secretly more than the shit you see

I love you lady...Please come through me