Lest we forget that we are animals
I run my fingers through your silky fur
I feel the heat from where our bodies touch
And nestle close to hear your rumbling purr

Our lives are bound by rules and promises
By forms and customs, cunningly designed
We follow patterns hidden to our eyes
And seek our own path, carefully divined

But muscles ripple underneath our skin
And blood still pumps to power every move
We’re ruled by instincts rooted in the flesh:
The truth our bodies’ architecture proves

The things that we call human are the least
Important part of love between two beasts

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