Oblivion

I want soul sex ,
I need to taste your thought process ,
your intellect I must undress ,
your vibrations I will caress ,
our connection I'm obliged to repossess ,
this is something I can no longer dictate ,
trying to procrastinate ,
only the more I gravitate ,
is this what you call fate ?
an indescribable sensation ,
an inevitable attraction ,
together unraveling conspiracies ,
a therapeutic irony ,
your words captivate me ,
causing my heart to perform a symphony ,
a natural affinity ,
fulfilling my crave of consistency ,
do i call this an eternal epiphany ?
nature creating a mere serendipity.