7d
First stage: pheromones
I can't sleep
with the smell of you
still in my nose
and your taste
still upon my lips.
Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,
lest your essence I were to forget
I can't sleep
with the smell of you
still in my nose
and your taste
still upon my lips.
Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,
lest your essence I were to forget
Oxytocin is a hell of drug. My date went well though ;)
(41/M/Deep in the Heart'o'Dixie)
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