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If love had a sound, this would be that sound
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, poor chest
Won’t succeed to breathe if not the hear of you

Surely there hasn’t never been a shade so blue

A stank attitude, so not mad at you
Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude
Of my love for you
No space or time compatible

What do I have to do?

What do I have to do?
Uh, 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 masturbate to the memories
I wanna lose myself inside yourself
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
Shit

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

I wanna love you more than madly

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
This is poetry

(Sax solo)

Play that sax. Do ya?

Play that sax

If love had a sound, this would be that sound

And we would be the band to play it