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The Chemical Rush
That sweet dopamine,
it feels like a dream
whenever I stand right beside her.
If I’m in luck,
I’ll feel her soft touch—
that’s when oxytocin takes over.
It feels like a sin
thinking her heart I could win
while our contact stays intermittent.
I hope I get closer,
so I can finally just hold her,
give the affection she’s been missing.
Not just the spark,
not just the thrill—
but the calm when the noise goes still.
The kind of closeness
that rewires the brain,
where love isn’t rushed
and touch isn’t a game.
