I Remember When I First Tasted You

I remember when I first tasted you.
Vibrations of your meter stimulated my pallets making me devour you more,
I thirst for you.
Secretions of your essence remain imprinted on my lips;
When I lick them, I can taste your flow.
I was 15 when we fell in love.
I scribbled your secrets in my note pad and kept you hidden in my folder;
I wasn't ready to share you.
Not because I was ashamed of you,
I was just being selfish.
Truth is, I knew everyone would love you and,
It would just make me jealous.
You have a way of articulating emotions so vividly,
Something I could never do.
And if it wasn't for me, speaking through you,
The thoughts I would like to share would never come through.
It's oxymoronic for a wordsmith to be lost for words,
But that's how I feel; unless they're related to you.
It's always the shy ones who have the most to say,
But never speak when opportunity comes their way.

I remember when I first tasted you.
It was like a pull from a Philly, as I inhaled you;
Choking off your flow not wanting you to escape, until you made me cough up lyrics.
I would get high off your verbs until your words elevated me to a higher plane.
You kept me sane through the downpour of pain, now when it rain;
It feels like sensual kisses with different tempos that rise, fall and break, until my body shake from your essence trying to escape...upon the pages.
Vibrations of your existence reverberates through my temple until,
I can lyrically feel you.
You enter my dreams, exploiting my fantasies;
Alternating my perception until I read between the lines.
I find, that I'm a vessel for unspoken words to be heard;
And understood.
As I break you down, I pluck seeds from your manifestation to bare witness of your creation.
The aroma that exude from your being can only be described as pure elation.

I remember the first time I tasted you.
My tongue penetrated the walls of your temple,
And I could feel vibrations of melodic moans as I kept pace with your rhythm.
Strumming your chord with subtle fluctuations to define your meter.
You moved with such grace as my tongue traced your couplet.
I memorized your stanzas so I would never forget this moment.
Your ballet changed the tempo of the rhythm as you inhaled haikus.
Your sonnet, reminded me how lyrical you were, then you exposed your wit through limmerick.
I started to tease you with free verse, as your movements defined freedom.
Your metaphorgasms left watermark imprints in my mind of carpe  diem.
So I seized the opportunity to get closer to you.
I slid in between your essence to reveal your foundation,
The structure of your entity.
The embodiment of your synergy defined your energy,
I wanted more.
I began to explore your anatomy to understand your name,
Poetry.
Then I realized the fibers of your verses held so much tension;
This must be where you hide your pain.
Some how you mange an optimistic smile,
But the cause of the sorrow that rest within your eyes, you're not to blame.
Your lips speak of the past, but the tone resonates in the present.
Your heart beats towards future love, but is halted by so many questions.
And it was at this moment your true nature substantialized.
You are an enigma cloaked in perfection with flaws that illustrate your lessons.
Lessons that taught me, if I can't make my words fuck, don't try to masturbate them.
Yeah, I remember when I first tasted you.