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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjXEXox3668&ab_channel=KevinMorby-Topic

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You know where that electricity comes from?

That tantalizing charge? The static 

Textures that leap and combust, burst,

Igniting between 

The atomic spaces

Layering the distance

That separates our

Fingerprints 

From the brush and frictions 

Speckled and raised, shivering against our skin?

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It comes from unpredictability,

Unpredictability, and anticipation.

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That charge, the electrified tingling

That you feel 

Beginning behind your belly button

And translating, into your hips …

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That, is desire. That’s your brain 

Releasing chemicals, hormones, 

Endorphins,

That remind your body

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That you want something -  

That you want it, right then and there,

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Right now …

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To be touched, touched 

In a way 

That you couldn’t expect

And that eases into the acceleration

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Of that building, climbing,

Of that asphyxiating gasp,

The releasing rush:

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La petite mort

The little death

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Personally, though, that phrase never worked for me - 

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I was always reminded, instead, of a river,

A river, rushing, after the explosive 

Quiver 

That precedes 

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The bursting of a dam.

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Hah! how vainglorious - 

An offhand poem

That should've been titled

'An Arbitrary Ode to Orgasm'

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