| Why don’t we hush our voices and speak with our hips?
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| Keep at bay these anxious lips.
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| Our intentions conveyed with these kissing palms.
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| Traverse these curves, recite their psalms.
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| All traces of humanity have gone astray.
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| Tonight we’ll give in to our animal ways.
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| There won’t be a witness, as the moon hides her face.
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| Stars flee from the sky,
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| As the night is disgraced and our innocence dies.
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| We get down to our most basic form,
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| Never as pure as the day we were born.
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| We can’t control this carnal need,
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| To go numb to the world, embrace this ancient deed.
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| Eager rays of the sun wish to cleanse the earth of all we’ve done.
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| To speak of love would leave a bitter taste.
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| To offer more than lust would be a waste.
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| There is beauty in using hands to see.
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| Why don’t we hush our voices and speak with our hips?
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| Keep at bay these anxious lips.
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| Our intentions conveyed by these kissing palms.
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| Traverse these curves, recite their psalms.
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| Breaths are short, and fingers trace.
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| Keep feelings at arm’s length. |
| We’re better off that way.
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| We focus on our instincts and hide from the day.
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| Try to find the secret to prolonging the night.
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| If we move slowly we may stay the light.
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| Innocence is the price we pay. |