Give Me More

Do me a favor? Do not flavor your speech, With flowered outreach touches. Get to the core of it! Do not decide, What is suitable or fit for me. I am on you like radar. Detecting your every nuance. And if substance is there... I will provide you with mine. With more to share. I am not the kind to window dress, Just to attract attention. Or to confess a collection of nonsense... To profess. Unless... We are both together, Sharing dreams to be completed. Free of deceptions unneeded. Give me more... To sweep us away in a unity invited, That is kept to feed and keep a hunger... Manifesting to be explored.