Chemistry in your arms

Chemistry in Your Arms (Rap x Spoken Word)

Lay me in your arms, baby…

Let the world fall away.

’Cause when your chest meets mine,

my whole spirit remembers its home.

This ain’t just touch…

This is chemistry… this is ministry…

This is therapy in human form.

When you hold me tight, boy, my oxytocin rise,

That bonding hormone make my soul synchronize.

Dopamine hit smooth, got me feelin’ revived,

Your touch be the high that money can’t buy.

Serotonin settle in, keep my mood aligned,

You stabilize my heart, you balance out my mind.

Cortisol fall low, stress wave say goodbye—

Your arms my prescription, you my natural supply.

See… I ain’t addicted to love,

I’m addicted to alignment.

To the way our breathing syncs,

to the way our hearts remember each other

before our minds do.

You hold me…

and my nervous system bows to peace

like it’s been waiting for this moment

since the beginning of time.

Endorphins rushin’ like a melody divine,

Healing every ache ’cause your frequency aligned.

Parasympathetic hit—yeah, the rest-and-digest,

Your body tell my body, “Girl, you safe now, rest.”

That spiritual sedation in your warm embrace,

Got me floatin’ like I stepped in a sacred space.

All them hormones mixin’, call it heaven and grace,

You the medicine I sip when I need my place.

Cuddlin’ with you feel like prayer in the flesh…

Like I’m inhaling sunlight and exhaling the stress.

You ain’t just touchin’ my body—

you touchin’ my breath,

my past,

my peace,

my purpose.

Baby, when you hold me…

you heal me.

Oxytocin bindin’, dopamine slidin’,

Serotonin glidin’, cortisol divin’.

Endorphins ridin’, spirit alignin’,

Your touch like scripture the way it be guidin’.

You my natural high, boy—no shame in confidin’,

Love hit my veins like the stars be collidin’.

This cuddlin’ thing deeper than just two bodies collidin’—

It’s my soul to your soul, vibratin’ and slidin’.

So hold me…

not because you have to,

but because you know

my heart blossoms in your arms.

Cuddling with you

ain’t physical—

it’s divine chemistry,

cosmic therapy,

ancestral memory.

You’re the soft place where my spirit exhales,

and my body whispers…

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