I was fine before the pheromones. Your hands made a maze out of my tendons let the ants out of my ligaments switch places head and thighs switch places my turn to experience your spine breathe the music hum this movement using your head, hips and hair BREATHE don't know anything BREATHE I can't talk about it. My knees locked and loaded, eyes closed begging to worship your body you had minnows in your stomach I knew it even before you rubbed the shark out of my neck.
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