I remember somebody told me rationalization does not reach ecstasy of things--
My brain stammered in your hands' caress
My idea limped deeper into the skull
My logic shriveled in your sixth sense
My mind menstruated endless abstractions
And not feeling the moon between your thighs
My flesh sang in your flower presence
My bone became soft enough for you to pierce with petals
And i love you man for becoming and moving myself to essence.
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