Love of the spoke

HOLAAfrica, HOLAA, queer, LGBTI

By Echo-voice

We were sitting at the bar

Finishing our last drink

Talking like mature adults

And hormones did their thing

Run my hand under your dress

And gently squeeze your thigh

You’re wearing my wedding ring

I don’t need an alibi

Now I know that cathode ray

Lies and steals

It pays no attention

To the way that you feel

And I will pray without ceasing

I will play while unleashing Sanities and the vanities

And the empty keep reaching

Hope to be brutal

As I examine every motive

I will strain my soul

To hear the words of love spoken

Honey, I’ve got visions of your flesh

And more rolling around my brain

Hear angel voice choruses

Around each and every bend

When I come to you

With my bleeding little heart in my hand

Tough time getting it off my sleeve

But I knew you’d understand

Now I know that asphalt highway

Lies and steals

It pays no attention

To the way that you feel

I am stricken with malaise

I am smitten with the vapours

It defies all known description

Every current nomenclature

Given to excesses

Gross exaggerations

Manifold weaknesses

And diverse temptation

Now I know that James Earl Ray

Lies and steals

It pays no attention

To the way that you feel

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