I’d love to tear your clothes off, oh my love
I’d dearly love to do it, oh my dear
I’d really love to gaze where legs are wove
Into the body above, long and clear
Nobody interrupts or interferes
Slowly erupting volcanic desire
Climbing the Mount of Venus and the pair
Of foothills further on with strawberry spires
This food for thoughts of love, music for lyre
I oughtn’t brood on, but can’t move on, love
Although I can’t move on you when we are
When we are two not one, you don’t require
Subtraction, multiplication, but div-
Ision, your decision that costs me dear
Wed 28 May 2008
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