Your LoveA Poem by Luciart - 'Midnight Oil' by Danielle Mckinneyyour love feels like yearning for mere presence, or hidden meaning the anticipation, of final contact soft passion, after hours of private isolation a light-hearted rush of dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, flooding the veins floating, however fleeting, inevitable departure wishing, waiting for your next impatient arrival
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Added on July 4, 2019 Last Updated on January 10, 2022 |

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