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The Incomplete Cacophony

Whither Now?

Forbidden

No Windows

Where Brick Fields Lay

Waiata Poi

Yesterday's News

Shall Run Again

Erosion

Must Be The Seat

Nocturnal Howls Surface

A Tale Of Nearly

An Airport, A Harbour
and the Wandering Journeyman
on the Other Side of the Horse

Space Travel Backwards

Towards India Gate

Steps Small
(Auto-Exhibit)

Behind the Noise

 

Must Be The Seat
Words & music by Ed Hooke, October 2011
  Ed Hooke 2011

 

 

 

 

 

  

 


Dark eyes bright watch soothe calm gentle duty
Sparkle eager blind to their own beauty

Half-combed oiled long straight hair black a tumble
Dusky skin warm heart beat honest humble

and the cutest gluteus maximus you've seen.
My view glued to her back.
This must be the seat of my love.
Heaven's above!

Dainty nimble hands float reassuring
Grace through space glide silhouette alluring

Pinched waist lithesome pert curves of desire
Sylphlike legs lead upwards higher higher

to the cutest gluteus maximus you've seen.
My view glued to her back.
This must be the seat of my love
and heaven's above!

Light-touch linger flying sparks connection
Wide-eyed gaze yearn come in this direction

Half-smile half-pout gloss lips blushing giggle
Concave spinal arching pelvic wiggle

with the cutest gluteus maximus you've seen.
My view glued to her back.
This must be the seat of my love
and heaven's above.
 

   

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