The Mating Game

Closer from the softer touch
Shifting for a first grasp kiss, too much
Drifting into silence, drifting into loss
Lust and vain ambition from the vector cross

Burning into frenzy, melting into one
Coronollage, subjugate in sector none
Closer to each other, getting down to who won
Feeding juice, fuck your trips, gasping for one

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Rule number one of the mating game
Let go of all controls and lose yourself in the other rules
Once you have abandoned yourself
You start taking control of the other person
In a mindless effort to find yourself again
Waste of time, a waste of time

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Move from a distance, never enough
Something has the short for the righteous move
Drifting into silence, drifting into loss
Lust and vain ambition from the vector cross