Poetry: Sweet Soul

My first thought this morning was of her. She massaged my thoughts while stimulating the frontal lobe of my brain before I fell asleep last night.
You see, she was sending chills through the chasm of my mind down to my brain stem
affecting my heart rate and breathing
leaving me visibly shaken and wanting more of her sweet offerings
Sweet Soul
She told me that I should find a love my own, but I told her that I didn't want to lose her love because loving her is so easy....I mean easy like Sunday morning
Sunday was the day I was born so instead of going to church I kneel down at her alter and give her all the praises
hoping to get caught up in her rapture
Sweet Soul
I constantly convey my thoughts to her and she responds with, "La La." She said that means she loves me. She went on to say that there isn't much that she wouldn't do for love even though it has caused her so much pain, but that she would do any thing to keep me satisfied. So, as my tears began to fall like the rain the melody came to an end. We cried together and she asked if I'll still love her tomorrow. "Yes," I replied. You're all I need to get by. You are my world. You are Soul Music. Ain't understanding mellow?

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