The serenity of a Lady. She gifts me Oxytocin From perfumed pheromones Of purest, refined love. My nose is a radar That reacts to her signal With ecstasy and pleasure. When a man smells a woman, The awe and sensuality Makes his identity complete And compliments him, With a Je ne sais quoi! Her delightful signature Of orchids and jasmine, Is a beautiful corsage Of flowers for her wrist, That attracts consideration And tastes of citrus. A flying circus of atoms Floating through air With daring audacity. My brain and neuro-circuits Go into over-drive, In response to her molecules. Secreted substances And precious body fluids Combine in a mating instinct, Which overwhelms me with lust And gluttony for pleasures Of the flesh: Tres decadent. Pair-bonding and romantic desire Are like a funeral pyre. My Oxytocin levels increase As I feel the love-hormone Released in my blood By her ineffable presence, When her radical reagents Stimulate me with their triggers. (C)opyright Torquemada 2014. All rights reserved.
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