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Your voice whistles through my mind like the wind

through the trees...ever so lightly lifting up the

leaves to see if faires still believe in

human nature...



State your right to manipulate my ability to fight off

emotion.  It seems my motions betray my intent so;

Over and over again I find myself saying that my

"love money" is spent but you seem to keep finding

heart shaped pennies in the carpet of my soul.



I pay my toll because I live to pass through your gates

but I only have enough to get on the physical train.

The spiritual plane where your cloud like passengers

collect seem to demand the respect of more than just

love money.  They only take love credit cards.



I check my account to see if maybe there is an over-

draft fee because I want desperately to fly "first-class."

Seriously, I don't just want sex from your ass

I want all of the attention that a 1st class passenger

is supposed to get.



I wanna be the only one who can make you wet and you can bet..

that we'll both get to arrive at our final destination

sweaty from the gyrations that are the psychological

turbulence of our "physical-meets-spiritual" relations

and the combination of positions will present some very

difficult in-flight conditions. Hopefully your training

will help you hold on.



Yeah, we'll go from the bed to the floor and out the back door

and back in for more, and more, and more until you and I are

sore from becoming members of the "break the headboard" club

Then we can head to the tub for a little "bubbly" between you

and me, you see



I wanna spend every cent flying you baby, driving you crazy,

and making you lazy seemingly in a funk but really drunk from

my international "saki-sex" listen to the lyrics in your head

as they say "where can I rock you next?"  My attempts to vex

your ear...make you, shake you, and keep you near. I give you

love and respect and you pull me close while I'm kissing your

neck.  I will never allow the fear of losing me to creep up

because I know that nothing can keep up with the magic we can

create while airborne on the carpet.