I have a theory.
That you and I were constructed with the purpose to fit together.
Like a puzzle with only two pieces.
Why else would your chest be so perfect for me to rest my head on?
And why would our legs always know which way to wrap around each other?

I would even go so far as to say that you and I, we need each other for survival.
That if we were separated for too long, we would simply stop breathing and die.
How else would you explain that your lips on my skin feel like a shot of heroine through the veins?
And that when the door closes behind you I get the most scrutinising kind of abstinence?
One which makes me unable to focus on anything but that itching feeling of something missing.
Until I get my fix. You. Near.

So the only solution I can see is that we stay together you and me, at least until the scientists figure something out.
After all, it is a matter of life or death.