#such complexity

you dress with such complexity that i can scarce undo you; within your clothing is and are your armor. i want to go beneath that armor and press up against you, skirting the edge of sensibility and responsibility. beneath your public face is your private face and the things which make you spark. beneath your beauty are the things which make you electric. and surprise, i want to see you,

my squeaky little mouse; i want to see you. you seduce me with your complexities, and you entice me with your simplicities.

all i want to do is to choose you over and over and over, if it means i get to understand you inside and out one hundred thousand percent,

until you become a part of me and i become a part of you. until your name and my name are so closely intertwined that mentioning me brings up you and mentioning you

brings up me. until you and i are so closely intertwined you cannot tell where i begin and you end

and you need dress with even more complexity except for where i am with you one straight lightning bolt to what makes you paralyzed

with arousal.