Mammal Club - Picket (unofficial)

Your face is pathetically kind, but displaying some species of sympathy.
And this is enough for me to start composing our wedding speech.
Something initially pesemistic which blooms into sickly sentiment,
But by the time I get to the thankyou list you have swapped your seat.

I could taste your soul,
And it tasted wholesome.
Lust at first sight, holds within, some meager bones.
I could taste your soul,
And it tasted wholesome.
Lust at first sight, holds within, some meager bones.

You'll never know but I just took you upon a journey in my head which saw us make our first contact.
Clumsy, but deliberate.
Which fires the starter pistol for warm blood rushing through our veins.

I could taste your soul,
And it tasted wholesome.
Lust at first sight, holds within, some meager bones.
I could taste your soul,
And it tasted wholesome.
Lust at first sight, holds within, some meager bones.

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