I need you

I
need you




I
need you. When I look straight in your eyes, I realize that I need
you.


A
need like a passion, a force which push yourself in your furthest
thoughts, your aims in order to settle permanently in your head. It
would be like a magnificent parasite waiting to multiply itself and
then taking the control of your reason.


Your
heart is immediately connected to your middle brain and tries to
follow the impressive rhythm that imposes this river of hormones
called dopamine and adrenaline. If the heart succeeds to resist a
long time enough, maybe it will be able to transform it in an added
hit.


I'm
moved, I'm upset when you touch my soul like a bird touches rainbows
: piercing them but always in a incredible tenderness and naivety.
Your heat wakes the tiny grains which compose my skin from my head to
my last nail of foot.


When
the sensitive cells of my nose begin to prickle after having smelt
your soft and delicate perfume, my body becomes unverifiable and I
tremble like an addicted man who misses his heroin. You're this drog
for me, my air, my reason to fight for breathing.




I
need you.

 

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