i lit the match

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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