Without Second Thought Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The question of intention came up.
To commit to a vow of conversation.
The communication of eyes.
Vocalizing through lips.
A quiver that shivers through hips.
A drip that begins as moist.
To begin to say the things that cross your mind
without mention.
If we fight it's through this same communication that connects us.
The physical aspect that over shadows lips and thighs.
The climax of anger reached at the sigh of your peak.
To re-enforce what is verbally spoken.
Genuinely shown through action.
To begin to imagine the biggest smile I've ever seen across your face.
To consider you in every decision.
Striving to be better than I was the day before.
The picture I have saved of you highlighting the background of my phone.
Including every part of my day in our conversations.
For better or worse, the wrath of passion.
The need of having your trust outweighs everything else.
Knowing that anger is temporary.
The woman I deserve and the woman I need are one in the same.
to look in your eyes everyday.
To hear about the things you encountered.
To make you feel wanted and appreciated.
be your calm when things get crazy.
My intention,
The reason you bite your bottom lip
Without second thought