Poetry: how does it feel

Love. love, we would be the band to play it
My ghetto butterfly flew away from me
I wait patiently. by windows and doorsteps
Play make believe as my tears pour to my chest
Won't succeed to breathe if not the hear of you
No space or time compatible
What do I have to do
What do I have to do
My friends say i got it bad for you
I do, but there's nothing in this world i would rather do, but you
Hey, I want to make love to your existence
Drenched in the colors of your energy
Then to the memories
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 want to drink the sweat off your intellect
Reflect, and watch your light passion off my neck
Caress the sight of your presence with no question
Undress, to the nakedness of love, pure love
I want to make love to my soul mate. my soul mate
Make love to my soul mate
My soul mate
Make love to my soul mate
I wonder how does it feel to make love to your soul mate
Kind of like writing poetry till climax
Till the point and place where our space and time match
And we, cross divine paths. tell me would you like that
How would 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
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
With the same meditation
This is poetry