he 's not me

He doesn't understand you
Your  body
how it's to be operated on
how to seduce you
or how to adapt to your day

He's not me

He can't touch your mind
and get you high off of thoughts
he doesn't understand the tempo of your heart

he's not me

he doesn't play in your hair
and massages your body
appreciating your bounce
your softness

He's not me

he doesn't eat your fruit with passion
or love to flicker the fountain
lick spells of imagination into your folds
and curl your toes like me

he's not me

he doesn't dig into the bottom of your soul
twisting into your mold
delivering critical blows like me
or enslaves your moans
sets your body on fire but sends chills to your bones like me

he's not me

he doesn't love you  the way I do
he doesn't hold you the way I do
he doesn't miss you the way I do

he's not me