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


Don't rev me

Or wind me

Like a seven day clock

You must first whisper to me

Gently sweep me 

Plant kisses delicately

Run your fingertips over me

The tensions of the week

Shoot darkly through me

So move slowly

Touch lightly

Kiss me as though you are the electricity

And I the soft white bulb

Then once you see a glimmer of light

Put me on your golden eagle wings

And with loves magic take flight