i make love with my eyes
because i wish to be seen through, i
make love with my tongue
because i wish to be heard, i
make love with my touch
because i desire you you your uh-huh, i
make live with my food
because i will be devoured, i
make love in my music
because the ear is the best orifice, i
make love in the street
because the forests are gone& felled
&sent to the mills of japan
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