dopamineA Poem by aspeni see her face and a process of events takes place first, a rush of blood to my cheeks second, waves of warmth pumping from my heart third, butterflies kissing my insides and gliding across my ribs fourth, tingling sensations of drops falling into pools of dopamine that i was now afloat in i lust for her lips, her innocent touch she's got me up all night, every night aching and waiting for the day i see my baby
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