The Land Mines of Love
Stroll through the land mines of love
Steer clear of a vial of perfume
Swerve 'round a leopard-skin thong
Blush at the ruby two-lip blooms
Stroll through the land mines of lust
Remove all your clothes if you must
Your pulse races, palms sweat to death
Lie down in these pastures
~ Hold onto your breath
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