For some time now PussyFooters warm to this idea
the flames of fantasy year after year
singe of wings its a match of burning desires
the little devil on his shoulder
stuck a deal with her undercover lucifer
an open invitation steers them into temptation to act out
longing to ignite their passion
and send that moral compass spinning
sparks will fly with the slightest thought of sinning
with a fraction too much friction
just remember the stick people
discover how they became extinct
ashes to ashes said the powder monkey
his guardian angel finds a dust pan clunky and
points her guiding light-master to the nearest broom
don’t linger longer and give into temptation
seriously consider the con of sequences
patterns of the past and becoming
dust in the wind
PussyFoot warning received (again)
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