I wanna be the thoughts to your most intimate orgasm,
Images that stimulate the most sensitive organs.
Allow me to take control and drive you to a place some deem forbidden.
You would confine yourself to solitary measures,
Self-inflecting psychosis that only morphine can relate to.
Dopamine gives you the cutest faces sometimes.
It’s like you can’t do anything about it, but that’s what you like it about it.
Smile.
You deserve all of the above.
Poetry 