It seems it's been forever, plus a day since the last I’ve fantasized about meeting ”My Forever” face-to-face, and now, here I am drawn towards the ways of this woman's mind, heart, and soul. My personal creed, I hope the record shows I'm not the typical flick being dazed by the shape of her hips, not to lessen how essential her lips can be. My focus is wrapped in her modesty that has my thoughts in a knot from processing the qualities and quantities. I'm exploring every section of the basis and the opening phase to what lies within her essence. I'm amazed by how swift and genuine is her word, I’m high off of her without the herbs, and it’s absurd daydreaming about this, that, and the third. I'm trying to register for her feminine studies, like Oxford infiltrating her class-womb like a nerd. I’m studious of her figure, but underneath those curves have me in pursuit of the equation to the truth of her nature. The pressure I’m facing is like I’m taking the Bar exam! Sweating bullets and cramming in last second notes, so I can understand the ways of her legislations, and give in to her sanctions, I took an oath to crack her Da Vinci Code even though it’s my own thoughts that have always been my foe.

I am determined to study her like summer school. Hot ass class-rooms, and her fantasies, excuse me while I wipe a bit of drool from my chin. Confiding with my closest advisors, they say I'm a fool if I still think I can win her. Pssh, my efforts are unmeasured, they're endless, and giving up is not an option. I'm devoted to this notion of bringing out my creative ways with an elegant lucid concoction of a diamond that lays in an open box, and I'm in the half-squat position propositioning her heart to beat my last name, infect my veins, and I'll inject my love not just for today until tonight, but for tonight until forever.