The Magic Box

That magic box holds notes as quotes

In reverence to strokes

Sliding scales of her frequencies

My tendons limber

And its been weeks since I felt her lips

I grab her face when I kiss her

So they poke out

How I like it when she pouts

Her eyes roll back in her head

We would think she is dead

If it weren't for the things she said

She says my name

And other phrases like

OMG - what is this

My name

Hold it I can't breathe

My name

See I know its a game asthma or not

If you saying anything you can breathe

So I keep it going deeply

She loves it when I kiss her breasts

She even kisses them too

They are uniquely shaped

And they fit in my mouth

I miss her tongue

Her sucking me

I miss her strong grip

And her acknowledging how good it is

"How good it is..."

"How good it is..."

"How good it is..."

"How God he is..."

I hear in my head

So am I zoning over all that has put me in a zone

I may not speak to her again

I may speak to her again

"The sex is blazing"

"And it's so amazing"

But can the relationship compare

We will always let us sabotage us

Some tricks in her magic box

Make me disappear

But only physically

I have penetrated deeper than her ear

Left competing memories

Then again...

I may just think too much of myself

Abbra Cadabbra tho

Onto another bro

I know they still call

They never fully let they exes ever go

If they told you a name

Or they remember them easily

They bring back their spirits

Saying they only have a few intimate

Numbers go down on presentation

Go up in discovery

I never think about them when I'm in her

I never thought about them before I touched her

I never thought about them after she came

The vanishing various influences on her vagina

After she got caught in my rhythm...

Listen to the music