Out of six million sperm cells
I came in first
And won a warm moving body...
A warm...moving...body.
I get to see hear touch taste smell
My partner
Attracted by the odor
I respond to the stimulus
A gene machine
Surrounded by a cell wall
Protective shell of similar units
We are the ones
The ones that won the bodies
The warm...moving...bodies...
Skyscraper cells, full of water
A portion of water, structure and substance
Scientifically different than the monkey...
Turn back the hand of time
With a youthful chin line
Look sharp feel sharp be sharp see sharp
Head to foot and cellar to attic...
Lovely hair deserves fine care
There's a five o'clock shadow
Beneath skin level
An anonymous sperm bank donation
Stepping in a roll of propagation
Versatile hands and a well-developed larynx
A nose that blows
Tongue that licks...
Now lets
Turn off the sentences
And turn on the senses
On our warm...moving...bodies...
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