Me or It?

Is it my love 

that you make a goal of?

When you go and adulate the lights,

is it so that I see you at greater heights?

And at these heights, you look so nice,

in fact, I am finally sure; it is right.

But, when you cautiously touch my knee,

at every opportunity,

I wonder what it is that you really want of me.

Conversing in rapid French with a long dead ancestor,

organismstrewnoverachair

To Londontowne We Go

To Londontowne We Go

Moving under the London Lights, with Love, hot and heavy, amouring lust in a face,

A look from the copine to the copain,

a confidence comes them,

the love in their feet and the light

builds them to the top

they languish

at the bottom.

With Love and sweet KiSSies,

Suchbrightyoungthings