By B.K.
Date: 2007 Feb 14
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Red Hots

You wrestle my soul
For passions note but
Baby there is no crip sheet
No brain microwave
No tag team revelation
Just a slow wind up key
A dance into infinity
The secret word
With infinite possibility
That only you can pin
So come on up and see me
I’ll play it for you
In loving digital surround sound