Dance within my limbic system where we will twirl. Controlling emotions, response and hormonal secretion, with each step of your dance. You kissed my cingulate gyrus and coordinated my sensory input with emotions and tamed my aggressive behaviour as you lick the fold, the bump in my brain in between the sulcus-superior to my corpus callosum. Dear love you are like the body of fornix, you sweet arching fibrous band of nerves--connect my hippocampus to my hypothalamus. Consolidate my new memories of you, stroking my hippocampus. Touch my horseshoe shaped thing found in my temporal lobes next to my reflexive amygdala. I can find you, navigate through space to find your hands in mine. You filled the space between my ears with the scent of you rising up in my olfactory cortex. I see your color. I smell you. Whisper in my ear--secrete yourself all over my thalamus, that large dual lobed mass will lose all motor control as it receives auditory sensations from the sound of your voice. You are the sensation that motivates and moods that part of my brain.