Adultère

Don't let your mind be led by your microbiota
Those tiny monsters inside your intestins
All blind, without conscience or feelings
Are leading your your life without your permission.
Your replitian brain knows that you need me
The scent of my sweat awakens your instincts
In spite of your will you follow my foot stepts.
An ancient beast takes control of your actions,
Against your good judgement.
Could it be that our love is nothing but hormones
Helpless in front of ancestral behavior
We lose ourselfs only to be left
Filled with regrets when sparlkes dimnish and die.