Syrup-Laced Love 💜
a poem.
I want you in every way
not just in body,
but in rhythm.
Not just in reach,
but in intention.
The depths of me light up
like neon haze
every time your eyes
rest on me.
Your gaze?
It moves like music
slow and deliberate,
dripping thick with memory
and late-night cravings.
You pull me
into a world that runs slower,
heavier
where love takes its time
and silence says more
than words ever could.
Come to me, baby.
Come to me slowly,
like that chopped and screwed groove
we used to let ride
through smoky living rooms.
Low.
Sweet.
Come to me with truth
and the softness of your hands
when you're not wearing your armor.
Whisper in my ear
the reasons I’m still the one.
Tell me why your heart
still sounds like home
when it beats next to mine.
Open the parts of you
you never show.
Let me in where it’s quiet.
Where it aches… especially where it aches, baby.
Let me meet you there.
Let me be the peace
you never asked for
but always needed.
Because I’m not just asking for love—
I’m asking for real.
For now.
For something slowed down
and sealed in bass.
A love that rides low,
speaks soft,
and sounds like
you and me
on a looped beat,
forever chopped,
never rushed,
but always felt.
