Audibly warmed, such mellifluous tones

a subtle mix of soft sexual moans

Transported in song to different worlds

Moments of pleasure in her every word

 

Visually Wowed, an alluring sight.

Provocative, dreamers Dreaming delight

The man with child's eyes since seventy-eight

Sweet vision. Aroused my pupils dilate.

 

Forty-six years on, I'm listening, still

A RubberBand man, Running up that hill

Your Sensual world, my laboured Breathing

Them Heavy People squishing and squeezing

 

Alone In Morning Fog, I'm Reaching Out

On Wuthering Heights moor, a Wild Man shouts

Oh, to be in love under this Big Sky

Why should I love you? I can’t say goodbye.

 

Thank you, Kate