Love affair of the mind
And kindred spirit
Begs to un-transmogrify
Into runofthemill evolutionary forms
Best shared naked,
They say
Or you can't help but think --
A natural progression,
But something about flesh
On flesh
Means death to the original lust
Transformed from sin to saintly
If stayed
Safely in the head, and out of bed
You're lifted
And it lives on there
Protected
Kind
Unrejected
And blind.
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