Anarchy Is For Lovers

In the future sex will be illegal
so I will tell you I love you
and close my eyes; hope you feel the friction
in my words.

When words have been outlawed
I will wash the dishes five times in a row
to let you know how much I wish
you would pull my hair and bend
me over the sink.

On the night that they arrest us
for holding hands
I am going to blink five times
blink twice if you mean I Do.

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