...considering all that I would give for a moment by his side.
To make love to him
be his love slave
Intoxicate myself with him.
Run my hand once through his hair, across his cheek.
Kiss his eyelids with my eyelashes-
forehead to forehead-
noses nuzzling
sharing the same atmosphere
whispering nothing to each other
hairs on my neck dancing with Electricity
our poles reacting to each other's bodies
chests beating with heartbeats pulsing
with a throbbing beat
feeding off of the other's rhythm
racing one another
hands automatically thoughtlessly removing all articles
interfering with the closeness
of our skin
Our pheromones making chemical reactions
unreported as of yet in any scientific journal,
but changing our biological makeup all the same.
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