don't fall for this conversation

I'm such a whore    
wanton for understanding    
so desperate I seem
I know    
   
Concept   presented
I grasp with both hands, friction    
to test, to press against my own experience    
pace set by the map of your expressions    
My genie -    
I want to see all those hidden meanings    
angles and leanings    
and you want for release -    
Laden    
   
I laugh, nod,    
look away, just a moment to process    
all the ideas your lips tremble    
to hold over me    
   
heightened awareness    
my irises bare    
in their dusty blue-green    
brow raised    
on insertion    
of new information    
Your dancing words' delicate caress blooming to grip    
You're leaving marks    
   
Anticipation drips as this conversation    
dives harder    
and deeper    
into my psyche    
delving deep enough to meet places    
I couldn't know were there    

I playfully nip to keep a keel    
and to stop myself from succumbing    
but no stopping the rising strong -    
the story    
the secret    
the truth    
   
Put me in any position for this    
I'll take it tonight    
   
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Interlude:    
(I'm not always quiet in these situations    
but I do have sense of time and place    
and your voice will take precedence    
over my most natural incandescence)    
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I'm here to receive    
the perspective    
I've come to need    
to breathe    
and we connect    
as knowledge, unravelled, soaks into my skin.    
   
Illumination began    
as my hardcore addiction    
   
now I'm starting to think    
that it's you