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By B.K. Date: 2002 Jan 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.02.19.19.22560]] |
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A scientists mind A writers hands A poets heart All those sexy short stories you write to me Short circuit my entire electrical system When I finally got the nerve to write back You loved it, you encouraged it Like the Eagle you are So here I am Not trying to compete with you Just writing about you, that’s all You inspire me, lead me to want more I follow your carrot You say stop, I go You say go, I sit down hard. You the tough, cool, Steve McQueen I Miss Scarlet herself trying to make The green dress out of the velvet drapes To show off for you while you rocket around With all those numbers Swirling round in your mind Your kisses are what legends are made of Mine Darlin, would make even Zeus himself whistle Dixie Those hands of yours will catch me every time That is, if and when I let them. So how about you and I rocket To the top of the highest waterfall Then sky dive down making love Till the world remembers That love is all there is To sky rocket us all up and around 09-11-2000 bk |