Keeping Up
Connections.
Keeping up connections,
Is the only way to go,
Ease of communications,
Is the only way to know.
Where the train is going,
And if I am aboard,
And a way of knowing,
Which way we go toward.
A state of lust and loving,
Co-joined at the hips,
The pushing and the shoving,
And kisses on the lips.
Involved with each other’s energy,
Compatible in bed,
Sainted by the synergy,
Ready to go ahead.
We need a way, we can say,
What is on our mind,
And I often hope and pray,
We leave the past behind.
Love is like a lullaby,
A smooth and sensual song,
Accentuated by a sigh,
When little can go wrong.
And then when the time is right,
We’ll find a place to meet,
Be it morning, noon or night,
It will be a treat.
I must say come what may,
Let’s give it a try,
There’s nothing more for me to say,
Let’s see how high we fly.
©
David Rudder
2019
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