I Am Old School That Way

Stolen kisses & broken promises,
That is not what I do.
Passionate caresses.
Delirium on your lips and pandemonium in your soul,
Heady musk and a carmine dusk.
When you want this:
Meet me then,
Meet me whenever.
I shall love you forever, this I cannot further emphasise,
Chastise your soul for not making me whole.
What a crescendo are these sublime sounds:
The grinding of your essence with my spirit.
These desires that you enkindle,
They burn the very air.
Let us be fair: You do care.
All the time in the world and yet you are still here,
Is it my emotions that you fear?
Are those your demons who leer?
Quick dates and time constraints.
What would I not do for you,
With tempered desires and an impenetrable will.
Seeing the sun rise,
Beckoning an early demise?
Or are these thoughts just unwise...
This culture is not for us, not for our love;
We do not do hook ups and break ups with the speed of a falling star.
Do you want to go far?
Milky memories and deviant digressions.
"My partner in greatness...", embrace this with fiery aggression.
I share my soul, 
I do not need you to make me whole;
I need you to augment my experiences,
Pool in our emotions and synchronise the differences.
Let me take control, yet over my heart: You rule!
I am anachronic.
I believe in forever and a day.
Knowing this, you may stay,
I am Old School that way...