Sexual Tension and All That Cosmic Stuff We’re Supposed To Be Made Of

Every time we meet

Blackholes collide

Slurping up cosmic material

The gravity of you spins my light into yarn

We light up the periodic table

A chain reaction of Endorphins stimulating our brains into orgasm

Skins sensitive to the touch of our musky pheromones tangling in the warmth of the tango our eyes play to the taste of our tongues

The mere thought of you makes me go Supernova

That is why

I must stay far away from you

Lest we begin the Apocalypse

You

An immovable receptacle to the mount of my unstoppable desire

We are

Conflict

Armaggedon formented in the room we are yet to share

Plastered with the tension of our attraction

Pulsating magnetic throbbing energy seething with

Invisible ultraviolet signals

Sena Frost “19 – Sexual Tension and All That Cosmic Stuff We’re Supposed To Be Made Of

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