Poetry: How Does It Feel?

If love had a sound This would be the best sound Love, mm Love, hey We would be the band to play it, huh My ghetto butterfly flew away from me I wait patiently, by windows and doorsteps Play make-believe as my tears pour chest Won't succeed to breathe, if not the air of you Surely, there has never been a shade so blue A stink attitude, so not mad at you Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude Of my love for you, no space or time compatible What do I have to do? What do I have to do? Ooh, my friends say I got it bad for you I do, but there's nothing in this world I'd rather do But you Hey, I want to make love to your existence Drenched in the colors of your energy Then masturbate to the memories I wanna lose myself inside yourself Until you find me, confine me to the freedom of your prison Exist in the same space, same time Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect Reflect, and watch your light passion mark my neck, huh Caress the sights of your presence with no question Undress to the nakedness of love, pure love I want to make love to my soulmate, my soulmate Make love to my soulmate, my soulmate Make love to my soulmate Shit, mm Hey, I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate? Kind of like writing poetry 'til climax 'Til the point and place where our space and time match And we cross divine paths, tell me, would you like that? How would you like that? Tell me, would you like that? Now would you like that? Tell me, would you like that? Would you like that? Tell me, mm I wanna love you more than madly Wrap these legs around your words Until your speech is straddled deep, gladly Swim the currents of your vibrations Be separate and one with the same meditation Uh, the same meditation This is poetry Mm Play that sax, Julian Play that sax, yeah If love had a sound This would be that sound And we would be the band to play it