Soap-pump staccato, an insistence:
Over here, look this way!
Pay attention to me, pay attention to me!
Tile-echoed sounds of desire and of loneliness
An un-met need for connection: skin-to-skin contact, the fresh gloss of an oxytocin dose, the quietude which comes in a sweeping rush after.
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