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We are bent over the pearly kitchen counter
Glistening with the perspiration of desire
Careful not to be penetrated by knives or forks
Our arms and legs akimbo while we squirm
Just like worms digging for nourishment
Messy with our surroundings
Blind to what lays ahead
Let me lick the honey out of your ears
I’ll let you lick the cream out of my navel
Just don’t get too tired
The shower is calling our names
Feel free to tell me if you want to switch
I can prop you up on my shoulders
You facing me, if you really wish it
The only thing I can’t do
Is tell the people watching us
To leave us alone
They are the ones feeding my children

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