I would love to caress
the ridges of your prefrontal cortex,
slowly feeling with my fingers
the crevices of your reptilian brain,
touching your pituitary gland
filling the rest of your gray matter
with orgasmic tremors
synapses light up
and illuminate your brain case
the light behind your eyes.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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