I walked in and you caught my eye
It was as if your divine beauty relentlessly pursued my optic nerve just to give you a second glance.

My heart skipped a beat…
Your hip hop track of life infiltrated my stone cold heart’s chamber music, and all I could do was try to stay on beat…

You had flown, soared, aviated, ascended, rose, scaled, and climbed to the apex of my sparked interest…

I swear when you spoke you sparked such a pyrotechnic display of smoldering sultriness, that I couldn’t help but sweat you…

I wanted your digits….to figure out the derivative of your good nature, be around to witness the product of your multiplicity of goals, and see how they all add up to make your total package.

I wanted you to do me like poetry, me the paper… and you: the apparatus for the documentation of my inspiration, your ink filling my soul’s empty page….

Oh yeah, nice to meet you……

Can I borrow some of your time,
Just pencil me in,
Actually erase that, ink me in.
So I can see what flows freely from your fountain pen

Color me tickled pink with your mind’s magnificent marker
No need to stay in the lines…
I like surprises on my soul’s empty page