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Call my love bipolar
My senses polarized, babe, come hop in my streetcar named desire – spitfire, kisses I spill will send you higher.
Call my love bipolar
It runs neither hot nor cold; more like blazing or frozen.
Like taking a shower at a friends house – no matter how much you spin the faucet you can get never get my temperature right, but hey – at least I’m always wet, I keep you wet. Everything’s wet.
I love hot and cold, not just warm and cool. Just a lover’s disclaimer; like the extremes of New York weather, when I’m hot or cold I’ll keep you inside – but what’s wrong with a little quality time?
I just want a few moments of every second of every day with you until I get tired of you then grow infatuated and miss you more before I get to the door.
Like the extremes of New York weather when I’m hold or cold, I’ll coax you outside, make you dance on sidewalks barefoot, kiss in the sun shower rains, run for cover underneath the mezzanine shades waiting for an uptown bound D train – we both live along the same lines, the same lines of transit, same lines of communication, same lines of energy, same lines of cocaine, same lies, same dreams it’s all the same.
Call my love untouchable
Quote you about my eyes, said “I know what’s inside, your eyes lie say ‘I’ve nothing to hide’ it’s adorable and sigh but the sign in your smile lead me to realize you’re dangerous; there’s no “off” switch – you only intensify.” Go on to say “you’re much to young and wild for my tastes – I can’t live with your body and heart at flight risk” – The gist of the bullshit being he’s not going to fight for me – I call his love complacent, let’s call his love lazy.
Call my love intense
This knife stay sharp through all the flesh I cut, was cut, we cut, in the cut, the taste of indica sativa saliva and salvia the mania and anima in tandem with animus create the impetus to our magnum opus – the crescendo of our union is beyond human like flower blooming and universe expanding; similar to my fondness of you. This blade stay smart, wise to your games of cards your casino lights and commercial sale and business heart, I knew the deal long before we shook hands, shook hearts, shook bodies to seal the real.
Call my love uncontrollable
I’d do more than capture suns to prove, I can write our names across the stars, a comets stardust will be our new drug, we’ll taste and smoke the ice of the rings around Saturn, dance in the diamond rains of Neptune, and I run cold like Pluto’s skin but my touch can keep you safe when I run hot like Pompeii, the fire will keep you suspended in dimension, heat flashed, like orgasm, muscle petrified, arms and legs catatonic your torso shake like the earth when the Richter ticks, your breath disassociates all rhythm like fish out of water.
Do you like the feel of water? I’ve 4 planets in water, baby I can make you drown in emotion, toss you in motion, but this sea remains calm, for it can claim a single soul or raise a death toll with a single breath.
Do you like the feel of water? My temperatures just right for an almost tropical delights, cocoa butter skin underneath the right sun, chocolate eyes and many brown of hairs I shine like the black gold of the stars, fruit of the earth, your liaison to god, I am a piece of your divine paradise, my faculties are neither hot nor cold, it comes in varying extremes, much like my New York weather.