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Take me to your fairy grotto The place where magnets heat Place me on your altar I’ll give my pledge to keep I’m yours if you want me I’m yours if you want me Only if you keep me sweet Take me to your munchkin land The place where maggots leap Place me upon your hook and I’ll go down and leap I’m yours if you want me I’m yours if you want me Only if you like my meat Take me to your oven The place where goldfish weep; Place me on your money-bag, I’ll turn and fall asleep I’m yours if you want me I’m yours if you want me Only if you like the heat Take me to your heaven The place where lover’s feast, I’ll place you in my honey nest, I’m the beauty, you’re the beast I’m yours if you want me I’m yours if you want me You have my soul to keep 
What is Love An irrational desire that is irrationally desired; An eternal embryo of breathing light Radiating intensely into a myriad of Beams dispersed intermittently onto a crowded dance floor. The birth-bond of motherness of familiar faces Endorsing their soft-spoken melodies 
Beauty – In the heat of the Moment As the sun withdrew, in no hurry Their unconscious bodies rose in a flurry To penetrate each other was their lesson To mimic the receding waves their obsession Only an undulating swallows’ glance Could raise an exception to their dance The moon entered its’ imposition As the smoke frothed from their position Penetrative thoughts palpitated their mind Singing-hearts and silhouettes entwined; That night was a special in When I placed my subconscious in a trance 
Where Are We Now? We no longer tread that path of light Into the restless yonder, Darker still becomes the night And absence grows no fonder We said that we would endure When all others had forgiven, We said that our love was pure By this code the stake was driven Where is our love now? We have broken our bequest; What remains to keep? (When) Our hearts have laid to rest 
Talking To My Drink I have been talking to my drink For the last thirty years I was told when I started That it would end in these tears I should have known better When I was fifteen years Many a lonely night When I talked like a leak I asked it to help me But it new I was weak My years had got longer; My strength had got meek (Believe me) I tried in my way To develop a bond “Love me like I love you”, I said Before I fell in the pond It never jumped in to save me But my heart was still fond My bottle was important to me After all, I drank one from birth It gave me comfort and warmth It gave me life, for what it was worth But I no longer grow from my feed,
As I breathe 
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