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By wistful Date: 2002 Feb 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.06.19.41.18119]] |
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Anticipation of you arrival charges my batteries Turbines squealing with built-up capacity Each nerve-ending alive with excitement And with one touch, one sweet caress Electro-chemical DYNAMITE Leaves me weak and spent. So in a bid for sheer survival I hungrily draw back my strength from you Through slow breaths, ever-quickening And low moans, ever-thickening Intensity ever-heightening Until At last All your energy bursts into me. And now, at equilibrium, I ask you: Who can fight the first law of thermodynamics? |