Quality Time

I've got the know-how to get the cheese
And the tender touch to bring the kat to her knees
Linking mentally with the queen on many degrees
Our words tapping on each other's soul like a tease
A bit of you, bit of me, flaunting our expertise
As verbal wordsmiths with the most comfort and ease
Flying with the birds, with the sweet honey of bees
Our minds in one accord, playing in the same keys
Eyes dancing across your poetry, feeling time freeze
Those that can't feel us catch the hating disease
Our sonnet-esque notes might as well be Chinese
To us, though, it's like a whole new world overseas
And our quality time, giving each other a firm squeeze

-B