Left-no-right.

Now this could have happened before, right against your eyes. 
One fine evening, a dive in and flies. 
But I was only sitting, waiting. Bored. 
I know this fly feeling, leaving me clueless with a spasm-blank of sure.
Take care she may hug you, her touch was a nurturing tug, I know what they want.

You are making it happen, don't come close, I'm scared by myself, you make it worse.
No relief is my conclusion while both my eyes satisfied blinking for a glimpse. 
No relation, no elation. Just empty in my head. Losing balance and going limp.

Either side didn't realize they must collect this pulsating flow.
Each receptor thirsty for a signal, twisting twitching flaying slow.

Then I fell down in horror with a powerful delusion in my head.
Only this I couldn't tell, I am being murdered, I need help. 
All I know is, I've felt this before sometime in my childhood head.
I have two people, I have more legs, I know everything that's about to be said.

Down there it woke me up, a salty laughter and a warm bed.