have you burst into me pure velvet smoothness of words that not only rapture but en capture the quivering of my thighs the hope in my eyes the pure delicacy in which i dismiss unsettling rhymes and irrational couplets. you make me want you. come unto me pure knowledge and slow meditative thoughts i acknowledge that the strength in you had to say what others were mute upon empirical evidence to sway debates and arguments placed upon a balanced scale as the lady of justitia covers her eyes, weeps and wails you make me want you. to have you finger my placement upon crisp pages and hard bindings where philosophy meets idiosyncrasies and thoughtful minds flow into black ink and i would have you all unto myself quiet as it kept, my obsession surpasses the desires of any wealth. i want you. i want build up and elevate. go deeper, deeper until my soul pronounceable of verbal languages, known and undefined captured by history reeking the scent of time, oh how i a