Hi,Another new poem - hot off the press. Two days in a row!! These new ones will be appearing in my WOOED-ER AWAKENINGS collection and in the SINGLES FILE collection of BLOG posts, next year.
Also - just to let everyone know that the WOOED AWAKENINGS collection is now available. I'm not marketing it in any major way, at the moment - as it has been put together for a reading that I am doing next year and is effectively a repackaged collection of my early relationship poems; hence people who have my early books will already have the content.
Still - take a look. The details can be found at: http://www.lulu.com/content/1240988
The new poem is called GROOVE. I hope you enjoy it!
Paul xx
GROOVE
(18/10/07)
I make no excuse when I'm dancing -
For my eyes and the way that they play…
For the manner they seek out your body…
You are hot and you're staying that way…
I accept that you're more than just looks, hun…
But on the dancefloor, that's all that applies…
There is no need for further solutions…
There is no need for wherefores nor whys…
Cos, when I see you get down on the dancefloor…
When I see every way that you move…
I just know that I want your attention…
And I know that we've just gotta groove…
Sorry's they just aren't forthcoming...
For the way that you're making me feel…
I just know my libido is bubblin'…
I just know that our chemistry's real…
When we dance hip-to-hip on the dancefloor…
Those few moments are getting me high…
Lip-to-lip, locked together forever…
And to think I was once, oh so shy!!
Cos, when we're wrapped tight on the dancefloor…
Seems there's nothing remaining to prove!
Each moment to me's truly heaven…
When we get on the floor - in the groove…
No-one sees us whenever we're dancing…
They are all in their own little world…
Come alive on this midnight occasion…
Our desire it seems now unfurled…
The rhythm of love, sure it's beating…
It's a cliché - but yes, I'm your man…
You're my handsome white knight, dressed in armour…
And I'm holding you close whilst I can…
For those minutes cocooned on the dancefloor…
Whispered sweet nothing's to soothe…
I am yours - surely, yes, I'm your puppet…
As we get on down into the groove...
I make no excuse, when we're dancing…
If we act like a pair of young fools…
To think you might dance with another…
I get green-eyed, my jealousy fuels…
The lights flash - the music is pumping…
All my love-you's and every word…
Is lost there - cast out on the dancefloor…
All my passion for you goes unheard…
Don't let me go when we're down there, just dancing…
I memorise every move…
When you're gone - close my eyes; start reliving…
Precious nights when we drowned in the groove...
