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Like you I'm often amused the times I think back on the past

Right here our ancestors used to love irrational acts

One glance, one look was all it took to signal a touch of fingers locking

fingers then the skin would entreat the skin nothing said

I've heard it told that all they did was loosen control as lips would

come to lips and thighs to wrists and through give and take take and gi

I can't imagine it now, seems rather pointless anyhow

Plus if you tried it for kicks, you'd get righteously denounced

Somewhere inside of me, I want to feel and touch and

One night I had a dream, flowers falling

It seems something has gone away, I want to lead it back and

Sometimes I hear a voice calling, calling me

But don't take me literally, don't take this seriously

No, I don't suffer from superstition

And yet sometimes I have to think about this ancient instinct

Sometimes I wonder if we've evolved at all

So yeah I've got this idea but I can't test it on my own

Be my accomplice in crime, I need you here all alone

Like you I'm often amused the times I think back on the past

Right here our ancestors used to like irrational, ecstatic play[br][br]}}}