Nothing but mammals
Some say lust can kill
But I say "Enjoy the thrill"
It is passion at your heart
To seek all, who give reason to hold a fart
and that give our primal urge a kick-start.
Because on that deserted island
Far off the coast of forgotton's horizon
You won't care what forbidden fruit has seen wear
Because you will be to busy over there
peeling off that underwear.
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