The chemicals were compatible

So then we became close

Initially the pheromones and oxytocin were a fair dose

Soon the passion and excitement had me overdosed

Comatosed on your love

Strung out

Like an addict chasing drugs

Chasing the rush that will never be enough

Yet you keep trying

For just one more touch

And when we touch

The chemical magic

That strangeness and charm… becomes reality

Manifesting in phallic dreams

Exhausted, tired out in ecstasy

Yet I need more now

Good Lord, bless me please

In those arms I was consoled

Tenderness which cured my mind and thus my soul

The warmth and comforting feeling

Likely had me reeling

Therefore slightly out of control

Yet in safe arms that tightly hold

There is no quitting, no exit, no fold

Who would be silly enough to depend on you?

You’re the “Funtime” guy

Not the one that’s true

You simply could not do better if you wanted to

Do not forget our history

I know you

You cannot hide

You cannot perpetrate

My see-through you is straight

Yet I somehow always let you pull me back in with the shitz

Knowing you’re not really about that

Knowing you’re no true friend

I think my love for mess is getting testy and must come to an end

Coming through on the other side unscathed

Could hardly ever be the case

Yet to weather the storm

To balance the gravity of insanity

To ascend from the bowels of the masochistic fray

And somehow be washed ashore intact

Is a revolutionary act

I have the sustenance for your craving

Cease the ranting and raving

Calm you’re troubled soul

There is no need to hunger anymore

You humbly asked

I shall produce

The divine material

To fill the emptiness

The body of the goddess

The wine in chalice

For only you to partake