You Had Minnows In Yr Stomach

I was fine before the pheromones. Your hands made a maze out of my
tendons let the ants out of my ligaments switch places head and
thighs switch places my turn to experience your spine breathe the
music hum this movement using your head, hips and hair BREATHE
don't know anything BREATHE I can't talk about it. My knees locked
and loaded, eyes closed begging to worship your body you had
minnows in your stomach I knew it even before you rubbed the shark
out of my neck.