Mental Intercourse

Mentally you touch me erotically.
I make love to your words.
The way you throw around metaphors, nouns, and adverbs.
Hyperbolies be having me falling to my knee's;
Making me feel like an oxymoron the way I'm straight twisted.
Instead of searching for you in the day light with a flashlight;
I be doing goggle searches knowing you're unlisted.

Listen.

This connection we share can't be compared to anything tangible nor realistic.
You see, this connection we share can't be understood by any linguistic.
No Rosetta Stone can teach the language our minds create.
You'll never find answers on wikipedia describing our mental template.
I won't say its safe to say, but it's definitely understood;
That the energy of our thought process will manifest into something you've never seen before.

I know you feel what I feel.
The way I understand what you want understood feels like a mental kiss...
Better yet,
Its like the words we speak leak down our ears hitting a nerve creating vibrations in the temperalis;
Until chills travel down the spine causing temporary paralysis.

My mouth begins to salivate at the thought of the words that escape yours;
Urging to taste your food for thought.
My cerebral cortex pulsates as it patiently wait's to interpit the speech you produce;
Bringing it to its climax.
Our minds intertwine into a subconscious wave line so when we consciously engage in this mental intercourse;
We negate the existence of time.
Distorting the realization of reality.
Experiencing euphoria at its greatest quality.

To penetrate the center of your mind will be the only way I can truly enter you.
But I take my time doing so, so I can fully overstand you.

Our metaphorgasms travel through our minds chasm as echo's are heard of words that's slurred.
Watermark imprints are left behind on the walls of our mind so;
A trace of you...
Of me...
Is left behind.
A passionate kiss to my third eye causes trembles to form on my lower lip,
As knowledge is dripped into my cup that's half full;
I begin to sip.
Digesting the lessons you speak as it merges with the blood coursing through my veins.
You become apart of me.
Metaphorically, we become one.

And just as the sun breathes energy into life;
You feel the void in my soul.
So without you I'll never be whole.
And just when I thought I have finally reached my zenith.
You elevate me to another level I have never dreamed of.
My only escape from this matrix is through you.
So I unplug myself from the media's incubators;
Just so I can tap into you.
And although you may not have all the answers to my questions;
The greatest joy is finding them together.

The words that secrete from my lips are encoded so only you can understand the story I tell.
You see, you hold the key to my legend so,
Even if I cant speak;
You'll understand my speech in Braille.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
So the ears must be the doorways to the heart.
And as your words enter the castle of my mind;
They bring reassurance that nothing will ever tear us apart.
So take me into you deeply as I sweetly kiss you in cursive.
Loving the size of your font and how it makes me lean in italic.

Its just the taste of the words you articulate that excites my pallets.
So I devour you slowly savoring every flavor you choose to deliver.
My frontalis begins to quiver until I can feel it in my occipital.
Meaning you travel from the front of my mind to the back causing a mental ripple.

How can something so simple excite me so uniquely?
Its because of this connection,
Through words,
That you literally;
Complete me.
Poetry.