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The Forest Or The Trees?
Anywhere, Anyplace, Anytime
Licentious souls love to combine
Craving to compose silent songs
Two visual poems of unheard verse
In throws of passion merging their wish
The forest conceals the fetish
Creating harmony in one song
Drawn risqué lyrics to which two belong
Secretly they build a tree house high
Where only two love birds can fly
On metaphorical wings they rise
To a feather bed in their paradise
Yet it's what can't be seen by open eyes
Silent echos to all prying ears
Carving howls into the wood
Making love, the art of hidden display
Licentious souls love to combine
Craving to compose silent songs
Two visual poems of unheard verse
In throws of passion merging their wish
The forest conceals the fetish
Creating harmony in one song
Drawn risqué lyrics to which two belong
Secretly they build a tree house high
Where only two love birds can fly
On metaphorical wings they rise
To a feather bed in their paradise
Yet it's what can't be seen by open eyes
Silent echos to all prying ears
Carving howls into the wood
Making love, the art of hidden display
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