The Jones
"Amazed at how your parents shaped your clay, in a daze whenever you'd say my name."
I'm jonesin'
I need that electricity you struck me with,
The last time we touched and kissed,
I been thinkin' about you ever since,
and dreamin' of those precious lips,
I yearn to be gripped in your rapture,
my raw unkempt passion,
Physical attractions not enough to feed my satisfaction,
Sapiosexual you gotta mind that matches your other assets,
You're my ex factor,
Because every time you'd walk away, I'd myself to make you stay
I could spend days gazing at your display,
Amazed at how your parents shaped your clay, in a daze whenever you'd say my name,
I'm jonesin'
Accustomed to ya face, attached to ya taste
Fixated on fragrance, addicted to ya voice, and hooked to ya touch,
I'm stuck, this is more than a crush, this is more than lust, I don't need to adjust, I need you in my clutch, I need that rush, I'm about to... bust
I'm jonesin'
Cravin' ya energy, graced by your entity, plaguing the inner me, whether this is lovesickness or infatuation fever, my face below your waist is my remedy, withdrawing from your taste could be the end of me,
I require more than to hold you close, I need the moisture you provide when your ocean flows, my lips tip toeing across your rolls and folds, I need your potent dope, until I overdose or catch the holy ghost
Whoa
I'm jonesin',
But most importantly, I need an escape from the adversities that orbit me, you'd conversate with me so cordially, your soft touch gives me a pure release, you calm the beast inside that tortures me,
On the night's that you're absent, I place my face on your side of the mattress,
Tryin' to inhale some of your magic, but to no avail, the fabric fail the capture,
Your essence, I'm itching for your presence, I can't control these obsessions, I need your warmth and affection, I'm sure to lose your attention, due to my selfish intentions, without ever having your needs mentioned,
my greed left you deserted in need of quenchin', now I'm left alone to deal with these tensions, killed all possibilities to relieve those depressions, now I'm forced to see my reflection,
No question,
I'm jonesin'
About the Creator
DeWayne "DEStination" Sawyer
"Retrospect the tales how I traversed some of my worst miles, witness as I shed layers anywhere from my last breath to my first smile."


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