Thunder opens its throat
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Lets out the roar of rain
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Soaked I clench my overcoat
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And come up to see you again.
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Your smoothly sculptured neck
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The trapped curving tongue
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Your cage of a mouth springs open
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And throws out the seeds of a song.
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They grow and flower
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And hour after hour.
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Blessed velvet.
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You whisper
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The world a slave to your look
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Your shapely almond tears
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Your marzipan skin in a crystal stare
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Your chocolate box of fears
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The load off my mind
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The pointed beating pulse
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Stabbing instead my thumping
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head
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This famousness is false
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You glow and glint
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I blink you winked
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Ice polished silk
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You whisper.
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You Whisper
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
