Feelings in my body that I can't excrete
For it is nourishing
Shadows from the moonlight on the Concrete
Sillhouette under the palm tree
Only you understand my dialect
The midnight sun comes
As we become one
Sum
That's 1+1
No simulations just stimuli
Stimulus to my key organ
Although a hollow pump
It never feels hollow in the process of Absorbing your love
Infamously known as a word of attraction
Cut by a fraction
For...