slipping through my vents .

i lick the top row of my teeth when i think of you .
i scrape my scalp & i rack my mind, trying to figure you out ;
my sweat dances down the curves of my spine with the hopes of maybe one day being in your presence .
my morals and pleasure fit in together like the gaps in fingers . super-glued to the point of nowhere . the distinction is in extinction . im chaining my thoughts . i hope and pray they do not stray in your direction because thats the area in which i have no control .
my heart may tell me to run for the hills , but i cant hear over all of its beating and drumming .
im on a collect call to my pride to balance things out .
i refuse to be out of control . unless i can control it ;