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All I wanna do is spend some time with you,

   but I only got 3 weeks and a cent worth of change

   that's just enough to afford me 22 more days of

   wishful thinking credit.

All I wanna do is reveal to you EVERYTHING!

   From the smallest nothing to the biggest something

   that emcompasses all things in me, I want you to

   see my everything and out of all things, I want you

   to spot your importance to me as a big something in

   my life after all.



There are so many things I can tell you!

   I can tell you why this is now one of two poems about you.

   I can tell you how cute you are for 58 days straight and

         add another 78 days so I can subtract 2 years from

         the 136th day and get the same feeling I got the

         first time I saw you under a "more-than-just-friends"

         light.

   I can tell you how I define the phrase "I miss you" and then

         correlate it with the future tense "I will miss you."



But, there's something that I can't quite tell you yet - at

   least not while I'm writing this poetic line.

      It can be found in many forms: some musical

                                     others psychophysical

                    

                     If you wanna search

           it's encoded in the chorus of Brandy's

                       "Say You Will"

           it sways to the breathy tone of Usher's

                      "Can U Handle It"

            it glides over the neo-soul harmonies

                    of Tweet and Bilal's

                        "Best Friend"

            

                        and lyrically

                    

                     it blends together

            sensitivity, sensibility, and sexuality

                     to display to you my

                          sensuality;

                  the cool mix of sexysmooth

                     chilled with a liking

                  for old 70's soul vibes and

                     modern R&B croonings.



More searching will lead you in the direction

   of memories flashing you back to those moments

      where sarcasm ruled our conversations under the

         dictatorship of playful cynicism.

But lately, I've been dreaming about having conversations

   with you that make us search each other....

                         search each other....

                    pass thrusting pelvic urges,

                    pass "lip-to-flesh-to-fuck" fantasies,

                and pass all other overdrives below-the-waist

                          in order to find....

                      that something which draws

                       you to me and me to you.



What draws me to you?

   Almost everything visible to me about you!

      In my eyes, you signify many things that are me and

             a lot things that I wish could be me.

                       Contrasting between

                    "the one" for me in the

                   ultimate relationship and

                    "the one" who supervises

                     me with protective care

                         proves to be a

                           mindtwister.



But, my mind ain't twisted when I quote a popular booty-hoppin'

      singer in saying: "I see my future in your eyes."

           YEAH! I see you being around for awhile,

              but beatin' around the bush don't

                help when it comes to telling

                           you that:

                          I LOVE YOU.

            I love you in a way that's sho'll as hell

                ain't as deep as Destiny's Child

                  singing "Dangerously in Love"

            but it can still be brought to life with

                 the mello-acoustic stylings of  

                Lauryn Hill's "The Sweetest Thing."



You know I still want you in ways that can't be legalized as of yet, or written in the confounds of this poem.

         But for now, all I want you to do is say:

              "DAMN! This is a beauitful poem"