Sunday, March 27, 2011

We get high off our own breath,
Heads locked, frontal lobes rub
In attempt to transmit our
Thoughts into each others skulls.
Psychic sex happens when:
You worship their mind,
You praise each thought,
Each expression of wit,
You fell in love with the essence
Of a curvy shell containing the brain.
Body be dammed,
Let me ravage your words.

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