So if the perfume’s pungent
Then that is why I’m here
To smell your legs
And eat your eyes
And bring the crowd to tears
A doorway stands
Between us though
And sideways I shall crawl
To clutch your feet
Beneath the stones
Before I make you fall
And I’ll slide up your body
Til my eyes can eat yours
Then we’ll sit relaxing
Upon the sated floor
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