By B.K.
Date: 2006 Feb 10
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Baby Please

Don't think you can rev me
Or wind me up
Like a seven day clock
You must first whisper to me
Gently sweeping me
Plant kisses delicately
While running your fingertips over me
The tensions of the week
Shoot darkly through me
So move slowly
Touch lightly
Kiss me as if you are the electricity
And I the soft white bulb
Then once you see a glimmer of light
Put me on your strong golden eagle wings
And with loves magic take flight