Lost in a reverie, thoughts somewhat fluid anticupation causes my being translucent visibly you are feeling me but mentally you are in fear of me... it is what I see I am sensing you are afraid of me intellectually I have fallen to the seventh degree so easily loving every inch of your soul undeniable I Am In Control Of This Expertly manipulating the forces of my destiny while emotionally your intent is undressing me inviting me to lie in your bed of conquest to conduct your anatomical exploration of my complex composition My lips speak truth as your ears fail to listen or have you lost the God sense and forgotten I AM In Control Of This My composition complexity eliminates your ideas of sexing me falsified affections see they have no place in the realm of me there will be no "we" no "me" ensnared in your web of deceit See this one is completely complex a complex composition asking who wants next?