I want to be your perfume, ride your skin soaked in deeply
mixed with essence bits and hover around you like a halo

I want to trade socks, but just the one
so we each walk half in the others feet for a day

I want to ride your brainstem sing all yippee
as it pulses and bucks with succulent blinding information

I want to press your head to mine
and by osmosis trade soul hostages

you for a piece of mine,
me for a piece of yours

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