I've made a machine that measures a squeeze
That checks out a cuddle for intensity
There's a smart little sensor that sizes a kiss
By the heat of the fire that it finds on your lips
I've made an attachment that measures a thrill
That checks out a tingling heart if you will
There's photoelectric hand-held device
That measures the strength of the love in your eyes
I've made a machine that measures a yearn
How many are needed to generate hurt?
A laptop, a driver, two apps and a screen
To calculate ecstasy, rapture and dreams
My final invention's the one I like most
It measures your love by holding me close
The tighter you hold me the more I respond
The more that you love me the more that I want
© Joseph G Dawson
12/03/2018 – 01/08/2015
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