You are perfect.

And when I see you, I get to just embrace it...

All the love I have for you comes rushing to me and overwhelms my emotions so that the only release is the sped up heart beat and a smile.

Like the guns in the street with the gang bangers and the crooks, it all shoots of of me. But I never even had to pull the trigger. You do the honors.

And if there is any blood shed, the mess to clean up would be just as bad as if the letters of the alphabet didn't already scream your name, I will.

Although confusion must fall into play because, I must say, this verse continues to change schemes and meanings flip and flop.. 

But tell me: has an orgasm ever had a perfect layout?