By Slug
Date: 5 October 2000
Spoiled
It's a spoil-me night.
It was a spoil-me night.
It was heaven.
(And no one cares about a balanced budget-
we just want the tantalizing enticements that crawl out of the dark)
We want the magic hands and the dirty dirt.
(Dirty Dirt?)
We want the redundancies -
(as long as they stay fresh)
Double Entendres pave the way to the state I'm thinking of
(I'm thinking of you,
and the way you look through half-open bliss)
and I'm woozy....
out of control and oddly comfortable with that -
But it's ok, because of tonight...
(and it's all about you...)
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner