The yes was perfect
Particularly so as you pressed your nose against that pock-marked glass
And waxed ’til still our beating wicker hearts
All over
This shoulder has never been so very thawed in all of its life
We clawed our way back, didn’t we just?
Knives at hand
A must by many a savoury accord
We’ll be absolutely swarming by the end of the day, rest-assured
Our thanks to you for resolutely paying it forward
Clawed your way right back in an entirely immaculate and unabashed instance
Perchance might we have this first dance

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