Momus: Spore
If sex were a place I think sex would be space I feel so frisky here In the Thermosphere You are my spore, my flower My favourite meteor shower Undo my Leonid Belt As I begin to melt The rocket penetrates The air is thin but hot We re animals but not If sex were a place I think sex would be space Newtonian S M No longer ties us down As my ejaculate Floats like pearls towards your face We re crossing Africa then Spain We cross them sixteen times a day
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