Archive for May 16th, 2008


Ah, love beneath a starlit canopy-  

Like a needle bobbing awry

O’er the wobbling lp,

Hurts more than auditory nerve;

I am bionic and love must serve 

That wishy washy part of human;

Along came this fine piece of woman

Complete with controls and panels: 

Her systems were all on the go,

Every kiss, hot and wet she paid back

Measure for measure;

But when we lay skin to skin

Her kevlar skin in particular

Did something glandular:

Love was in the touch and smell  

But beyond any programme

Or back-up which made one bionic;

 Love is it? I aint daffy or a cynic

To spell out what comes natural.




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