Has been long that I didn't remember you.
Creating fiction chords in my head
of that old song we used to sing together.
The piano leaving me with hair erections
reminding me that pores exist.
The bass taking place
giving short detail
and pressing my body slowly,
gently and deeply into the couch.
And the voice..
warm voice that is injecting
ridiculous amounts of dopamine
directly thru my brain,
driving me to this stage of complete satisfaction.
Feel granted to be the one
who can spike chemical reactions
from the inside of my being
to the outside of my skin
..without a touch.
Kid, what more ****** that could be?
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
Has been long that I didn't remember you.
Creating fiction chords in my head
of that old song we used to sing together.
The piano leaving me with hair erections
reminding me that pores exist.
The bass taking place
giving short detail
and pressing my body slowly,
gently and deeply into the couch.
And the voice..
warm voice that is injecting
ridiculous amounts of dopamine
directly thru my brain,
driving me to this stage of complete satisfaction.
Feel granted to be the one
who can spike chemical reactions
from the inside of my being
to the outside of my skin
..without a touch.
Kid, what more ****** that could be?
