Gut

Our neighborhoods are programmed but we like to disobey

Orgasms at home or we’ll drive around laughing smoking hay

Before our bones break and pureed vegetables become a treat

We want to explore, get elevated and eat

Unzip our pants with erotic words flowing free

Play in her hair while she rubs my back faithfully.

Side by side, inside-outside we’ll ride as if this is our last night

It may be, glad we’re holding hands refusing to let our love spoil.

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