When love takes a tumble
Till it is nothing
But bodies writhing
And clothes thrown in a jumble
The soul's supposed to be peaking
Though struggling, but reaching
For the ultimate plane
That's a hybrid of agony, ecstasy, joy, pain
If know you must
Whether I like lust
I know my chromosomes
Are never ordered like logarithm tables
I bet you, yours too, you'll see
"My beloved is unto me
As a cluster of campfire
In the vineyards of Ein Gedi"
(My beloved is unto me
As a Cla** A Amplifier From Musical Fidelity).
My regards to you Angus
Or is it David.