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Mood Swing Episode #7: Ghost In My Shell

woke up from a dream  
staring at the ceiling
still sorta in a dream-state infiltrate her poetry
etch verbiage inside the curves of her scripture
seep deep inside like a phantom
and hover between her nuances like a benign voyeur
chronicling her mood swings
but..i had to re-imagine my approach
cuz today..want for the sake of want just
wasn't enough
so i had to go back
to the beginning
and philosophize some things
move in that order
at root this is yet another tale  
of the journey that is  
the man-woman dynamic
trying to excavate some clear reasonings as  
counterbalance to those endless why's
my belief:
woman's first love is stimulation
man's first love is freedom
there is poetry inside the woman
yearning to be discovered
canvassed over meticulously
stimulated and brought forth into full recognition  
and appreciation
and what can be more stimulating
for the woman than to be creatively desired  
respected and admired
by the man who speaks in the calm
but has a lurking presence beneath his language
intrigued by the unknown of
something mysterious yet kindred
looming between them
and if the man  
is truly living in his freedom
he can move effortlessly between the realms of  
thoughtfulness and spontaneity
shifting the angles..keeping her on edge
galvanizing her spiritually  
while remaining consistent in his intent
of exuding his freedom
illuminating his Sun  
and lure her Moon from out of the shadows
stimulating her into orgasmic liberation
that is the unbounded nature of feminine energy  
awaiting release
so here's the approach:
to be her release point  
and fill the hollows of her poetry
it's a must that she feel my expansion on the
meaning of this sensual encounter
throbbing inside the depths of her psyche
penetrating her imagination
absorb me wholly as i enter her gallery
 and smudge my multi-hued self with boyish abandon
laced with mannish aggression
share in our abstract beings
collapse the miles between us into
a moment to be ingrained in our halls of antiquity
teach her to know me through movement
with my passion destined  
as the hurricane that ravages her inlands
and my compassion obliged as forgiving tenderness  
 giving comfort to her beautiful ruins  
in the aftermath of it all
kiss her cerebral gently after our lyrical orgy
then bare witness to the transformation
as our cipher comes full circle
where she reciprocates my original sentiment
and dissipates into a divine mist
devoting herself to dwell
as the omnipresent ghost in my shell
Written by Naajir
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