Why must there always be more
Why must there always be meaning and reason
You look for them in the shadows of my movements
And in my footprints
Your wand changes my words into riddles
And turns them against me
But I am only machine
Nothing more
I say what I say
I go where I go
I do what I must and when I can, what I desire
There is no more
My wand is full of blood and semen
What your flesh feels is flesh
Nothing more
From behind you
My hand on your shoulder
And my hand on your waist
Thrust…
I tell you: "This is love."
Thrust…
"Can you feel it?"
Thrust…
"This is love."
Copyright 2003 Stranger
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