Neptune M. - Oxytocin Ocean

There is no Hunger
There is no Need
There is no Craving
But, for the Heat
And the pleasure of bathing in the air you breathe
So deeply immersed
As your presence seeps to me

Feels like succumbing to the potion
Feels like the toxin of devotion
Until it doesn't feel
Senses all suspended
Soaking in the
Oxytocin Ocean

Is there a face flushing fuschia
On my body of turquoise?
Shall this concern the Cynic?
It won't concern the Stoic
And it won't concern the loner
She's had it all pass so fast
Though it's a forever kind of feeling
If you can make the lustre last

Feels like succumbing to the potion
Feels like the toxin of devotion
Until it doesn't feel
Senses all suspended
Floating in the
Oxytocin Ocean

C'est le paradis
C'es le paradis qui suit La Petite Mort
Qui suit la Petite Mort
Qui suit la Petite Mort
La Petite Mort pour laquelle
Ons vivons

Feels like succumbing to the potion
Feels like the toxin of devotion
Until it doesn't feel
Senses all suspended
Soaking in the
Oxytocin Ocean

Written by:
Maryann McDonnell

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