On Gs beauty

I want to lie with you and prove myself worthy of your experience

In bookish kink, ideas circle, today youre a bohemian intellectual fantasy

You street librarian over strict spectacles, with my mind in poetry, you silence me

Lie with me, how will i wake next, my heart chained to only you, who are, G?

But i saw you G, my ecstasy too loud for proper society, wants bring your whip’s sanity