Chemical Cocktail (Touch Me)

I need my daily chemical cocktail, so.... touch me.... "Ohh, yes..." Hear that guitar? It’s growling just like me... I’m wired on adrenaline, waiting for the key. My system’s begging for that Oxytocin flood, 'Cause a touch from you feels so damn good. It’s the cuddle hormone, baby, can’t you feel the spark? Without you, I’m just fumbling in the dark. But with your skin on mine, the trust begins to grow, I want my nails in your back, never letting go. Oh, I’m a chemical plant running overtime, Watch the rhythm surge, it’s a beautiful climb. I want the cocktail, I want the kick, Caught in the cycle, and it’s sticking like a brick. Slide a little closer, give me that Dopamine shot, My reward center’s racing, and it’s getting hot. It’s a natural drive, a cycle that never ends, While the heartbeat thumps and the bassline bends. No room for the static, no clouds in my head, Just the focus on the moment and the words we said. This physical connection keeps the spirit running free, So don’t hold back, show the chemistry to me. "Mmm, the science of the soul... it’s all just reactions, isn't it? The way the pulse jumps when the frequency hits just right. Keep it coming." Can you feel the heat? That’s the Endorphin high, Rising through the system, making clouds drift by. The tension is fading, the pressure is gone, Waiting for the ecstasy, waiting for the dawn. Nature’s own symphony under the skin, Let’s dive into the deep end, let the bliss begin. It soothes every muscle, it wipes away the strain, Losing the static, over and again. The mood is hitting peaks, thanks to Serotonin, The steady vibration of the human machine. Feeling so vivid, feeling so bright, As long as the harmony lasts through the night. That empathy, that bond, it’s beyond belief, In this biological rhythm, there's a sense of relief. The levels are rising, a perfect supply, That chemical 'yes' until the stars leave the sky. And when the storm settles, after the final blast, After the connection—the one built to last... Then comes the quiet, the peace in the mind, A restorative rest is what the senses find. The mind is at ease, drifting into the deep, Finding the balance in the hours of sleep. It’s so clear, so pure, so steady and so right, In the glow of the morning... goodnight. Ok, i am ready for my daily chemical cocktail, so.... touch me.... Ohh, yes... go on.... yessssss...... "The data is clear... the chemistry is perfect. Let's keep the rhythm going..."