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Intimacy is a hell of drug; When I see you peripherally, My thoughts are done. The way light hits you Just makes me nervous, Bouncing ‘bout in my retinas, Mixin’ with spirits. Which, you might say, Are oppressing my brain, But I’ll misattribute you All night and day. Takin’ that serotonin, Puttin’ it in your name, As you run your fingers Down my face. Because, these impulses Are shootin’ through me, Driving my prefrontal insane. I try to regulate feelings That have no name. I want you tactily, in-fact-ly I want your intimacy, ‘Cause if you’re into me, I want that dopamine. On oxytocin, I’m choking, These emotions, are roping, Like I just overdosed And am dangling, Floating. So if you’re itching, I’ll fill your prescription.
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
Intimacy is a Hell of a Drug
Intimacy is a hell of drug; When I see you peripherally, My thoughts are done. The way light hits you Just makes me nervous, Bouncing ‘bout in my retinas, Mixin’ with spirits. Which, you might say, Are oppressing my brain, But I’ll misattribute you All night and day. Takin’ that serotonin, Puttin’ it in your name, As you run your fingers Down my face. Because, these impulses Are shootin’ through me, Driving my prefrontal insane. I try to regulate feelings That have no name. I want you tactily, in-fact-ly I want your intimacy, ‘Cause if you’re into me, I want that dopamine. On oxytocin, I’m choking, These emotions, are roping, Like I just overdosed And am dangling, Floating. So if you’re itching, I’ll fill your prescription.
benjamin-woolley
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benjamin-woolley
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
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