Good morning, but don't call me yet Text

I love you too Librarian Queen and sooo I must finish cooking. / If my lust matches how far you've took me in? / Every look shows what's best in not resting, / Upon every day's investment in our part of the present tense, art of "No hesitance in the Heart Sense", / When my day starts under the wide blue, / Eyelids part with hunger for food and you, / Then the sensation rush, every statement touch, awakening minds and animal kinds of plush tapestry unraveling free and emotional release, epiphany and clearing Divine parallels in rhyme carousels, Dionysian wine bespells spilling out every chalice in my mental palace. Shit is so far past patter, or flirty-burst scattering, when this chatter is the pure vibe of the tour guide, improbable swerves that still pop off and cure, unstoppable each day served, each facet and play observed and verses chosen to follow, unending mission of bending vision to what really matters. / Within every fret I set hidden keys to enrich stature / Whether you're the listener or the spitter that's the value lasting after / Hold that in your fist, flow it in every kiss, so even the stolen ones have a whiff / Of "Holy Shit-Splatter, is this happening?" / Nothing unifies inside faster than bliss and laughter / Ascending the golden ladder, past the blue / Waking up to chat with you, wakes up my animal too, / I must refuel, you bejewel the beast / That's Crazy Sexy Cool but to be complete I need to eat before I get tangled up with you. / Can't get hangry when we pour this much soul into every word and interaction we roll through. / Gimme 20 minutes baby, then I will call you. / (I could spend 20 minutes on your neck alone between me and you. 🔥)