the oxytocin effect

your fingers on my body
a symphony
your lips your butt your eyes
your skin on my skin
the warmth
i can't forget the warmth
the bonding the speaking
of souls

your fingers on my body
plain chemistry
an orgy of hormones
(oxytocin: it's proved scientifically)
your skin on my skin
the bond
i don't know it yet
but I'll forget the bond
when you leave tomorrow

your body on my body
just nearness
that i thought love
and it could've been
with anyone
(so they say)
you - simply by chance
the right wrong person
a good time
the oxytocin effect

Yvonne Walus

If you've any comments on her poem, Yvonne Walus would be pleased to hear from you.

"The book of the universe is written in mathematical language without which one wanders in vain through a dark Labyrinth". Galileo