Some stars are almost touching
As my eyelids narrow two of them fuse
But science is whispering:
They are a billion light-years apart
No one captured the length of their genitals
But I swear I have seen them making love.
Some stars are almost touching
As my eyelids narrow two of them fuse
But science is whispering:
They are a billion light-years apart
No one captured the length of their genitals
But I swear I have seen them making love.