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Love, Unbounded (Le Voir N. Lewis - New Orleans, LA)

 


Tone it down 

for a minute. 

I don't want to lose 

me in your love. 

Too much sap 

is bad for the blood. 

So much of you 

has me soaring above.

 

I can't figure 

you out.

If you are Gelato 

or White Widow. 

I don't need to talk 

when I'm with you.

Just lay on your chest 

like my favorite pillow. 

 

Before I float away, 

keep me grounded. 

Before I lose my way, 

keep your arms surrounded.  

What more can I say?

Not ready for a love unbounded. 

 

One piece of 

brick crumbled. 

Give me 

space to breathe.

Just want to soak in this moment 

and peer at you

before your love 

has me wreathed. 

 

I enjoy gushers, 

every leaking morsel.

You have me gushing wide open, 

I must admit.

I’m cautious and skittery,

but you-so sweet with eyes so glittery. 

Your smooth and Cassanova ways 

make me forget.

 

Two pieces of 

brick crumbled.

Holding back my emotions, 

not wanting to lose control.

Finding it hard to see-

what's wrong with this picture? 

Not wanting to love you 

with all my heart and soul. 

 

I am in 

need of love, 

but not ready 

to take any chances. 

Walls are slowly 

crumbling down

by your slick and 

inventive advances. 

 

Something in my eye, 

Something on my hair, 

a crumb on my lip, 

your lips on my lips. 

 

Before I float away, 

keep me grounded. 

Before I lose my way, 

keep your arms surrounded.  

What more can I say?

Not ready for a love unbounded.

 

 

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