Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2004 7:06 pm
Pete this is fun, but the I spy thing I came up with would not be suitable for this forum - so I will save it for another time
But you did get me going on searching for good lines and a recycle poem was the poor result - anyway here goes:
The bed is kind of narrow
Your arms are open wide
I’ll never see such arms again
In wrestling or in love
I need you, I need you now
Do not say the moment was imagine
I never thought we’d meet
In love we disappear
You kept me from believing
What I really think of you
You got old and wrinkled
Shine on the truth some day
Do you really need his hand for your passion
And is this what you wanted
Touch me with your naked hand
You will never see a man this naked
Ah – but don’t you go home with your hard-on
No one knows where the night is going
There were lots of invitations
And now you want to marry me
I have changed my name so often
You know that’s not my style
I am what I am
And who shall I say is calling
Lover, lover , lover come back to me
The Johnny Walker wisdom running high
I thought I’d be rewarded
That I am not the one who loves
I need you, I need you now
And is this what you wanted
I am not asking for mercy
I thought I’d leave this morning
Sorry LC for smudging the air with your words, hugs from Cia

But you did get me going on searching for good lines and a recycle poem was the poor result - anyway here goes:
The bed is kind of narrow
Your arms are open wide
I’ll never see such arms again
In wrestling or in love
I need you, I need you now
Do not say the moment was imagine
I never thought we’d meet
In love we disappear
You kept me from believing
What I really think of you
You got old and wrinkled
Shine on the truth some day
Do you really need his hand for your passion
And is this what you wanted
Touch me with your naked hand
You will never see a man this naked
Ah – but don’t you go home with your hard-on
No one knows where the night is going
There were lots of invitations
And now you want to marry me
I have changed my name so often
You know that’s not my style
I am what I am
And who shall I say is calling
Lover, lover , lover come back to me
The Johnny Walker wisdom running high
I thought I’d be rewarded
That I am not the one who loves
I need you, I need you now
And is this what you wanted
I am not asking for mercy
I thought I’d leave this morning
Sorry LC for smudging the air with your words, hugs from Cia