Like a poet...

They say act like a poet they expect me to dress modest and act like i'm above sex though I am modest I'm looking for a man to get my soul wet something I just haven't found yet looking for a man to seep through my walls like sand and I can feel every grain. Looking for a man to blur the lines of pleasure and pain hell he could hit it so hard that I can't even walk the same. Please don't question my intellectual abilities because my sexual tendencies are a substantial part of me. Please don't question the heart in me because I long for something hard in me that plays key unlocking parts of me once neglected something that make me need a cigarette his...well forget it cause it's not all sexual although the way his voice carries the air which turn into the wind that blows through my hair and I’m speechless like who need lips if his aren't on me or his don't own me. See the characteristic from touching someone so deep you leave finger prints that hits the soul producing children is inevitable cause after love like this even the grass will grow a little different and I'll know from our first meeting that I've meet him...