Geographically she wanted to spill my ink

Locally I told her what I think

Logically it kinda made sense

Apologetically we made dollars and cents

Rhythmically I found out her passion

Astronomically she landed in my obsession

Unequivocally I mastered the language of her love

Sexually i stimulated her mind into an orgasmic bliss from above

Eventually I would help her fall in love with more than just the idea of me

Systematically she would reminisce about the physicality of me

Really forcefully she would use her soft hands to grip me

Naturally I fit in her pleasingly

Ideally the wetness of her deep soft tissue

Visually would send my pituitary gland into a hormonal frenzy but it’s not an issue 

Erotically the art form of her body soothed my optic nerve endings 

Vaginally she squirted so much that my throat expanded with no ending

Lyrically she was able to match my content and flow

Magically was her energy and glow

Organically I could see how two entities of energy can occupy the same space

Frantically as I breathed she exhaled with grace

Universally as we spilled ink together 

Ironically the pages of our lives were scripted forever

Egotistically I couldn’t help but stick my chest out

Romantically she used her tongue on every inch without a doubt

Unrealistically I cant see life without her 

Tragically it would be a crime to leave her

Metaphorically I could be as descriptive as possible 

Historically blinded by love life seemed impossible 

Chronologically I’ve been consumed with time

Horizontally demonstrating our moment in time

Vertically we spill ink from our inkwells 

Technically our blend of hues that dwell

Vocally creating a harmony so electrifying

Mechanically our organs began satisfying 

From the mind of Poetic