"But, Before I go..."

I just told her that I've been battling writers block for months and that I needed something to draw inspiration from.

So she told me I can take a picture,

Just so long as I ask first and so I asked her;

To be my permanent model.

And now I hold those words & that picture, close to my heart. whenever I'm going through , they are, she is, right there - pumping through my veins & eventually running straight through to my brain like a drug of some kind -

A never ending recurring image of her frame;

Not being stopped by time.

 the main thing;

Is, that she is my motivation .

With or without her knowing.

I'd get on my knees & plead if she were to leave.

Like, "where are you going?

You are the pieces,

You are my rib,

You are my finished puzzle.

My unfinished body,

God made you specifically to fit me."

And she'd probably gasp & say something to the effect of: "damn, well I never knew you felt like that."

Only because I never knew how to express myself like this.

But before I go I must run through this list of things I must get done,

 and you are

 number 5,

 number 4,

 number 3, 

number 2, 

and number 1.

And as the countdown ensues;

I'll keep chasing you,

Until I have you gripped in my arms like glue.

Resting on me, I'm kissing on you.

Ohh what a night, you're like the stars & the moon.

So right.

This Feels.