The serpent tempts them both as their shadows carve the light,
He scratches out these words well into the night,
As her tea quantumly steeps at two different degrees,
He places his palm against his head and reminds himself to breath.
The man admits this woman seems intellectual,
Even though she claims to not be a sapiosexual,
A merging of the minds, a synthesis of philosophy,
Can start only after we get our asses some coffee.
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
His humor's too dry, just add water to LOL,
And she heard him exclaim as they talk of taboos,
My eyes are up here, stop staring at my shoes!
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