Afar. She doesn't know I'm slowly decoding her emotions. Her face. These irresistible details that I found beautiful but didn't say. My silence was my bittersweet demise. My slow fever every night. To know love suffocates me yet becomes me. Only with her. Those river blue deep eyes that I wish oh God would never leave me. What a tragedy it is when they do? It's the days months weeks. I'm an itch away from missing the heaven my hands never felt but wanted to be there. Softness that meant home. This masterpiece of a high called Love that never leaves. Yet crawls just to belong to me. Even in opacity. I'm drunk these haunted curves that my fingertips obsesses over to taste like honey. She's that Janet Jackson OG fine vanilla mocha. Just one touch. Fragility is a goddess that steals breath just to have worship cuz she is queen and honestly worth endlessly testify. Suddenly I felt agony and pleasure like daemon couldn't resist his black queen. Heat so sweet the sun would chose to bleed. Page after page. I ache to be someone's everything. Fully. Not partially. Never partially. Just the definition of yours. If I'm subzero cold or frostbite cold I want your heat. That slow fever just tantalizing. Her whispers only have me in a bittersweet illicit void. I watch others hunt this diamond of mines. And the shadows only tease me. To know she's my slow aching ideal of beauty. And my eyes confess in the quiet what my mouth never would say. Cuz the unraveling fact that you are gravity. Is irresistibly insatiable to me