Poetry: How Does It Feel?

[Intro: Akua Naru]
If love had a sound, this would be that sound
Love, mm, love
We would be the band to play it, uh

[Verse: Akua Naru]
My ghetto butterfly flew away from me, uh
I wait patiently by windows and doorsteps
Play make-believe as my tears pour, chest
Won't succeed to breathe if not the air of you
Surely there hasn't never been a shade so blue
A stink attitude, so not mad at you
Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude
Of my love for you
No space or time compatible, uh
What do I have to do? What do I have to do?
Ooh, my friends say I got it bad for you
I do, but there's nothing in this world I'd rather do
*Inhale* 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 mark 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, uh, my soul mate
Make love to my soul mate, uh, my soul mate
Make love to my soul mate, shit
I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soul mate? Uh
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
*Inhale* Uh
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
Uh, the same mediation
This is poetry

[Bridge: Akua Naru]
Huh
Play that sax, Julian
Play that sax, yeah

[Outro: Akua Naru]
If love had a sound, this would be that sound
And we would be the band to play it