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Wanna put my arms around you
Gathering you in
Till I can feel your heartbeat
Pressed against my skin

I will draw you even closer
Never letting go,
So forever feel me holding
My arms around your soul.

(Chorus)
I can hear you now
I can see you smile (Lighting up the darkness)
I can feel you oh so close to me (so close, oh so close yeah)
I am caught now
(Never let me go)
my hearts your prisoner
Never wana be (ee ee ee)
Ever set free.

Tell you that I need you
Tell me you want me to
An eternity together
Where all love’s dreams can come true

(Chorus)
I still hear your voice
I still see your smile (Shinning full of love-light)
I still feel you holding on to me (hold me, Hold tight darling)
I am caught now
(I would never let you go)
My hearts your prisoner
Don't ever wana be (ee ee ee)
(Never ever)
Never wana be (ee ee ee)
(your's forever)
An I never wana be (Oh oh yeah eh )
Never ever set me free

(Chorus (repeat to fade out))
II still hear your voice
I still see your smile (Shinning full of love-light)
I still feel you holding on to me (hold me, Hold tight darling)
I am caught now
(I would never let you go)
My hearts your prisoner
Don't ever wana be (ee ee ee)
(Never ever)
Never wana be (ee ee ee)
(your's forever)
An I never wana be (Oh oh yeah eh )
Never ever set me free

Love's food tonight? - the substance of your caress; -
If substance abuse, - then guilty - I confess!
Not much that I can say - so please take heed -
Your female essence - is the substance of my need.

I sometimes kiss when to a kiss responded
(Not that we much before long corresponded)
In the old days - when meeting at a pub
Then mutual trust was considered good enough.

What can I say? At twenty and at thirty
Natural introduction wasn't dirty.
A tavern with a few drinks was affection -
(This is true to the best of my recollection).

That is foreplay with alcohol I must say
Potent deceiver and giver of dismay; -
Although by chance on destiny's right path
A few drinks were considered good enough.

Not too much - and certainly - not too little
Girls want confidence - her man not belittle
At first herself, she wants confidence from him
And to know she's loved - and most of all by him.

The chaos and the turmoil of our world -
Where people sell for money their own soul; -
Though not for me approaches such as these
Tonight I'll give you girl your trembling knees.

A stranger's heart that sweetest mystery -
I'll spend my last dollar with you to be free; -
Your place or mine and not to be particular
Horizontal now in bed - not perpendicular.

Women know when they are loved its true -
I'm hard sometimes - though tender now with you.
Sweetest girl - I lap now all your honey; -
Affection's gift; - worth much more than money.

The honey of your love is sweet affection; -
Giving me esteem; - and self-direction.
And in the morning - if I have met your needs; -
I'll treasure that one night - in memories.




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Should fate decree I win your love...
Then sure as there are stars above...
A lifetime's seeking now is done...
My search has led me to the ONE...
With beauty far beyond compare...
A wondrous love with me to share...
Two souls as one, two hearts entwined...
TOGETHER 'TIL THE END OF TIME.

I've given my heart, I've given my soul, I've given myself heartedly-Whole
To so many others believing they were mine.. When only to find, That I was meant to show them thier worth and watch as they take off and fly...
Finding myself alone every time.
I'm always searching for that hand to hold. The one in which we can grow old.
I look to the night sky, staring at the stars. Wondering if you, My mystery Love, Is out there somewhere wondering about Me.... While also gazing at the midnight stars...

When I was young; - though no longer a youth,
At twenty nine, where does this scene find me?
Well, I'll tell you, and I will speak my truth;
T'was Banksia*, near Rockdale*, near the sea;
And this stories true; - you'll have it's proof:
(T'is as sure as I write this verse for thee);
Her name was Kirsten (that was her working name);
And I'll write my truth, without fear, or shame.

Why in this age, do we still make our art?
When, probably, robots could do it better;**
As ghosts quite old, and shackled in the past,
Now raise up, and demand a fiery letter;-
And conquests (if you call them that) are cast,
Into stark relief, as they're unfettered;
Secrets, intimate, about which poets rave;-
Well, it's either this, or I take them to my grave.

Working on the railway, at Wolli Creek*,
Building a tunnel, for the trains to go;
Working hard, and working six days a week,
In the middle of a Winter, long ago.
When fixing steel for concrete earned my keep,
Where first the days, and then the nights, were slow;
It was hard work, at strange unwelcome hours,
Though through this work, my story now bears flowers.

So, in mid-Winter, Nineteen Ninety Eight;
(The twenty first of June, to be precise;
After having worked, from morning, until late,
(I'd got good pay, and so I had love's price).
A change of clothes; the pub that night my fate;
A few beers later, I had the taste for vice;
Before (and since) I had done much worse then,
When I came, saw, and conquered lovely Kirsten.

A nearby brothel, nothing quite so flash;
(I won't say where, but nearby is enough);
And luckily for me, I had the cash;
(For I was desperate, for a bit of muff).
So, on a cold Winter's evening, h*rny, rash,
I did now, set sail, for my bit of rough.
Soon, reception, and now the old Madam;
I paid the price; she said: "choose and have 'em".

Now five girls appeared in the reception,
The Madam; she told me to choose my girl;
Five dolled up ladies, now for my inspection,
(I saw a blonde one standing near the hall);
I asked her name, the Madam told me "Kirsten"
"Then she's for you, and may, she you, enthrall",
I chose her then, (as custom then would have it);
Another girl;- another costly habit.

So in a clap-board room, I turned the dimmer,
Of the light, on the ceiling, down a shade;
Our bodies, in soft shadow, now did shimmer,
And made our troubles seem to shy and fade.
Two figures, in half light, did softly glimmer,
(Like Venus and Adonis in a glade).
Then going down, into her secret place;
And all because she had a pretty face.

And moaning now, she parts her legs so softly;
She offers now her self,- there is no shame;
I kiss her mount of Venus - then so quickly,
Feel my passion rise and rise, as if aflame.
I'm on my back; she straddles me then slowly;
Rhythm builds, - me and my girl whose on the game;
And still now, I remember how she trembled;
As climax shook us both; on sheets we tumbled.

Afterwards, we had a shower together,
And water flowed upon us hotly, how;
She told me that I'd be one she'd remember;
(As I wonder to myself,- where is she now?).
This year's near gone, and soon, will be November;
So, I must write, while time, it does allow.
I tell of this, reader, need you ask why?
T'is been my life; that,- and tonnes of ennui.

So, now you've had it all; - I've set the scene,
The time and tide of passion - it is true;
And like a torrent onward, young love's dream,
Is but a bend in a river flowing through.
Where in my life, it's been a common theme;
More memories, which none can now undo;
I weave these stories, through my posy's bars;-
Such as they are;- beneath the fateful stars.



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I built my love on a faulty foundation and I wear your ring like a crown

I, the queen of a broken heart, picked yours up when you were down

You owed me nothing, I asked a lot, and you gave me so much more

Now unfinished dreams like broken promises, lie mangled on the floor

My bones feel crushed and my skin feels broken, blood pours out of my veins

A smile that’s lost, heart strings taut, emptiness pulling in the reins

You could walk out and shut the door, yet you stand still in the doorway

I hold my breath as you look down at me… Will you pick me up or will you walk away?

Why does it seem students are always poor?
Studying (as I was) both science and maths
And like some kind of universal law
Scholars walk on impecunious paths;-
Correctly - poverty - we should abhor-
So I turn my verse (instead) to other stuff:-
Having got - that night - enough drinking money
T'was time to go out then - in search of honey.

Out (that night) at Rockdale* - Spanky's Nightclub
And once again I thought I'd try my luck;-
Another year - almost gone - and here's the rub:
T'was about a year since I'd had a f*ck.
With no wish to stay at home in my suburb
(I thought it overdue to break my duck)
Being young at the time (twenty or so)
And at that age were always on the go.

So to the point: I came upon the tavern -
As Titan's rays were fading in the sky
When affections young its often craven
(Though in my case - because I am quite shy)
Summer heat hung ominous that eve'ning
(I crossed into the pub then anyway)
Stepping into said - (from its threshold)
Therein - a raucous view - I did behold.

Typical Aussie pub Saturday night -
After a beer (or six) I felt relaxed;
And being more inclined to f*ck than fight-
Surveyed the scene for a likely prospect,-
There in the corner (much to my delight)
A lady larger - than I might expect -
I admit the circumstance was not refined -
And neither were (perhaps) my pick-up lines.

After some small talk (that's the hardest part)
Fumbling our way through the introductions
We need to find a time then to depart:-
(Timings all important in seductions -
And leaving at the right time is an art).
She told me her name was Robyn (and that's when)
I hoped that I had made my feelings plain; -
She said I had - and that she lived in Engadine.**

Friends of hers (a couple) did the driving
So south we traveled - I was innocent
Of what this trio may have been contriving
Group situations? - (not expecting this intent)
Here I'd better continue my explaining
Of how the rest of this (a hot night) went:-
Suffice to say a good time was had by all -
One couple per bed (I add now) and withal.

My self at twenty - Robyn ten years older
And a notch on the belt: - experience!
Then I felt fantastic - and grew bolder
(Though at the time a loss of common sense).
Thus lover-bards throughout their lives must soldier
Not declining or refusing any wench; -
And in this age of overt (and crude) pornography -
Be grateful: - you have my cultured poetry.




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I had given up given in
Came to believe it was just a lost cause
I had stopped hurting with the broken heart of a fool
But then last night I had a dream about you

In this dream we talked
And I gently kissed your cheek
And you understood though I could barely speak
Yes you understood how much I loved you

Long ago I thought I had blocked you from my mind
Tell me why after all this time
Would this happen it makes me blue
Last night I had a dream about you

I awoke before the dream came to an end
At least I said what I needed to say and the words were true
Now my heart is saying no don't let her back in
But then last night I had a dream about you

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From the moment you were born...
I sensed your presence.
Your soul slipped...
And escaped my clutch.
The lost look on...
Without hope...
But for you,
I have made an exception....

I would pull all of the stars out of the sky...
And hold them in the palm of my hand...
Just to see your face...
And if the light is too bright, I would gladly go blind...
Just to feel your grace...

I know you...
I have always known you...
I love you...
I have always loved you...
You are my beautiful everlasting star....