Analysis of A High

Have you ever been so turned on, you feel like you were drugged? A high so bomb every inch of you curls to perfection. Heights touching erotica just from a look. Yeah..that’s what eye contact with you is like. Scared to gaze hard, yet intrigued enough to not look away. Who are you? This sudden addiction that seems to work both ways. A high..something we can’t seem to get enough of. Yet knowing deep down, it’s fun..it’s spontaneous..but embedded in more than physicality. It’s the vibe. It’s the conversation. It’s the ability to be compatible even in the small comparison of random subjects.  Who are you? The smile melts my inhibitions. The command of direction when we intertwine makes me want to yield to your every word. Electricity sends sparks to my juice box which causes me to run. Just when I hit my peak, I pull back to save it for the best time. That kind of erotica can force feelings I’m
Pacing myself to control. A high so indescribable that I wanna risk it all, take you anywhere. Devour you when I’m there. On the best hand, outside of the touching, your intelligence makes me wanna be your student. Your drive pushes me secretly to grind harder. Your presence is a magnet of can I learn more. A high..that’s the only phrase used to describe you. Anxious yet patient..as it’s built out daily..but feeling optimistic as my inner being says it’s leading to a connection that will be so intoxicating..once we focus on that what can stop us? A high..you ready for that?