Thickness. And I'm feenin in my sleep. Dreams of softness like pillows. Heaven's warmth sultry in sheets. To know my words make her like tsunamis. Every day of the week. That jiggle that swish when she walks into the room. Curves haunting so candy sweet. Not cotton candy just a candy apple red. Her lipstick to know it's left a bittersweet mark on me. Yet I want the taste me on All fours the way she have me crawling. Clinged to thighs. My lips to worship. My hands to ambush. Fingers trace like she's a sculpture. Only a canvas made bliss. Falling is a rarity. But she tainted by a touch a whisper and a kiss. Her moans. Her whimpers. My name aching savaging slow. I pull heaven that the sweetness of raspberries. Kisses slow. The way I left her aching drunk. My untamed hunger for her no matter where we are. Was just mad chemistry. My hand adore her butter like physique. Velvety smooth. Honey drip at the sound of me saying things poetically. Like I knew everything her mind ached. I held her. Adored her. Let her cry. The other bittersweet things men never would let her do. I cradled her like someone I didn't want to let go. I look at her and this fever this ache was never as obsolete though. Cuz I ache entirely just for her to linger enough to comprehend her beauty of a soul.