Having *** with our bodies, making love with our minds.
You've developed a guilty pleasure that coincides with mine.
Don't rush in, slow it down, baby, take your time.
Make sure yours words and descriptive lines match mine.
So our rhythmic rhythm and rhyme perfectly aligned.
With what your body language cosigned.
Words coming together,
Line-after-line,
In sync with one another,
Every single time.
Co-writing partners
You're words; not mine.

Her words are clearly written

full of life and love

yet she is showing you
the emptiness

It's there
between the words

above ..

and below ..
the lines

It surrounds
each and every stanza

and envelops whole poems

You ..

just choose

not to notice