On the Brain

Deep thoughts piercing my frontal lobe, as my medulla oblongata tells me to slow my heart-rate down, therefore not risking explosion, I simmer my thoughts to a quieter sound. Echoes of your voice calling my name, my temporal lobe gives me a sensation I can't control, so I close my eyes and envision your face, takes me to a place that I better come up from, down below. Soft cool whispers cross my membrane of affection, trying to let these emotions flow in multiple directions, not stressing, just you in my head caressing, through my parietal lobe I can sense your masculinity driving itself feeling like it won't reach infinity, but indefinitely I'm going to reach the top of the arousal entity.

Understanding this flow is all about what's behind the auditory lobe, for you to digest this slow, you just swallow what's below. Succinct on one accord, my body feeding me thrill, I flip over, toss, and turn, and realize I'm working on freewill. Unleashing my tensity no inhuman control, not asking for you to stop, just reach deeper into my soul. Dot com me and just scroll, take a stroll, interruptions, I'll control, pierce my inner membrane, never to delete, this is one task that I must complete.