Poetry: How Does It Feel?
If love had a sound
This would be the best sound
Love, mm
Love, hey
We would be the band to play it, huh
My ghetto butterfly flew away from me
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 has 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
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
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 wanna drink the sweat of your intellect
Reflect, and watch your light passion mark my neck, huh
Caress the sights of your presence with no question
Undress to the nakedness of love, pure love
I want to make love to my soulmate, my soulmate
Make love to my soulmate, my soulmate
Make love to my soulmate
Shit, mm
Hey, I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate?
Kind of like writing poetry 'til climax
'Til the point and place where our space and time match
And we cross divine paths, tell me, would you like that?
How would you 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, mm
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 meditation
This is poetry
Mm
Play that sax, Julian
Play that sax, yeah
If love had a sound
This would be that sound
And we would be the band to play it
This would be the best sound
Love, mm
Love, hey
We would be the band to play it, huh
My ghetto butterfly flew away from me
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 has 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
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
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 wanna drink the sweat of your intellect
Reflect, and watch your light passion mark my neck, huh
Caress the sights of your presence with no question
Undress to the nakedness of love, pure love
I want to make love to my soulmate, my soulmate
Make love to my soulmate, my soulmate
Make love to my soulmate
Shit, mm
Hey, I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate?
Kind of like writing poetry 'til climax
'Til the point and place where our space and time match
And we cross divine paths, tell me, would you like that?
How would you 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, mm
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 meditation
This is poetry
Mm
Play that sax, Julian
Play that sax, yeah
If love had a sound
This would be that sound
And we would be the band to play it
Credits
Writer(s): Johannes Otte, Alexander Kabisch, Christian Nink, Leif Braeutigam, Julian Ritter, Latanya Olatunji
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