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Raked over coals
We touched fingers and at once we knew
Argued and the air it was blue
Her red hair of ginger hue
She branded my soul, like high heeled corture
A binary of noughts and of ones
The industry of us, not clones
When we fucked the bed split and broke
The forever spring that we evoked
That grate of sex, I stoked and poked
Erotic spurts and sizziling noise
The knotted log that then explodes
Tar and resins orange beads stream released
Tinder and kindle the touch that ignites
For that combustion can sting and can bite
Devour and consume all that you hold
The present the future to blackened charcoal
Argued and the air it was blue
Her red hair of ginger hue
She branded my soul, like high heeled corture
A binary of noughts and of ones
The industry of us, not clones
When we fucked the bed split and broke
The forever spring that we evoked
That grate of sex, I stoked and poked
Erotic spurts and sizziling noise
The knotted log that then explodes
Tar and resins orange beads stream released
Tinder and kindle the touch that ignites
For that combustion can sting and can bite
Devour and consume all that you hold
The present the future to blackened charcoal
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