hotter than your instincts
your lips on my lips normalize glycemia; freedom falls tonic… it's hotter than your instincts in the minute of your love…
⁂ Writer’s Note: Just a metaphorical, innocent exploration of artistic inspiration with intuitivety, structured around the music's rhythm and creative flow. ⁂ So, thru which corridor of your nerves does happiness infiltrate inside you? And. At what time?