Currents and concurrents

Life is a weird and odd thing of adversity But even still I know nothing better than to come with you to explode inside you I want to give my toil to you Even if that comes with toxic taste I have not been on the same level and space with you, you sweetest of the sweet you hermit of being kind and warm my movements are swift and audacious Your mindset is still in my spirit and mind I want to explore your body and mind I want to sleep in your sheets and on your whiteness I hasten to you, if you forbear me and my hastenness.