She’s symbiotic:/
Growing words and emotions/
with me. We let us.

She’s parasitic,/
Sucking words and emotions/
From me. I let her.
OR

She’s parasitic,/
Sucking words and emotions/
From me. I like it.

I wonder what it’s like/
to be liked to the point/
of obnoxiousness.

Oh dear./
Once again I hear/
the message I fear./

Friendship/
is where I slip./
No romantic fantasy/
for me.

Sometimes my fantasy/
can get the best of me./
Having you play a part/
is a great start/
to taking a chance/
with romance.

Did that last poem/
hit home?

Was it too much/
and make you blush?

Did it go too far?/
Or are you in your car?/

Or did it make you goo/
like it was supposed to do?

How would it b/
2 spoon/
from moon/
rise/
2 noon/
sunrise;/

2 caress you,/
2 b blessed by you,/
listening to your contented sighs?/

2 b bold enough/
2 hold you soft?

What would it be like/
to have a lover who would/
never desert you?

Why do I stay/
when U push me away?/

I can’t say/
but it’s what I’m to do today./
Okay?

I am deeply sorry
About the constant poetry.
You’re so hot,
I can’t stop:
Emotions pour out of me.