You call that cool?

She has fire and brimstone between those thighs.
wants more than a kiss
More than a conversation or a confession
She's after everything and in one form or another that's what I'll give her
part of me knows this to be the end of me. the other part finds it hard to function when I mention that her grouchy Green eyes look tired  
which never fails to make her to light up like jackolantern full of napalm with that disconnected smile and taste for sentiment
ten times out of ten it does me in
in the dirtiest fashion.

Our moments always raw.
I don't mind the filth, the real, the reality of what this could be
in fact, I welcome it. Clutter aside, this is clearly the most mature thing I've experienced  
more than could be expected
But I find myself accepting more
So with an explanation and moreover with sentiments carried on the cracking back of steel whip sentences
We proceed into the deep
I find myself daydreaming far to often
then comes the nights I find myself alone
Salsa dancing with your laughter, smile, and warm words, Spinning. Spinning in my head as they tend to do
And it drives me a little bit crazy
The distance. that. at the moment. serves it's purpose. constantly screeches and scrambles to get out of the way
I'm playing out one scenario or two with time frames constrained to what I can picture.
Manifesting a manifesto for you to read at your convenience.
Baby, I want to see the best in us and you
But for the most part that's not what I do. how I'm wired. You make me want to change that to rewire and acquire the ability to care and love unconditionally and for the first time in my life I'm considering. No I'm convinced. That you are the one. That I want to set forth the effort to effectively change the course of one independent. Me.  To two individuals independently heading in the same direction as one.
I'm doing more than making do
And I like it.