A tunnel loves
As master stroker goes to
Heaven and loves the
Man upon the throne
We are isolated
Straddling the cloudiest
Day - I was afraid to speak
Your name (did not know
it)
As per usual we passed
Silent, briskly picking up
And placing down
The tools that were supposed
To take us out
And reject us from heaven.
A tormentor aches in hell,
We howl falling down
Into the tunnel that loves
You well - I am lighting
In the dark, recesses
Of my mind.
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you may have a dangerous fetish but also a wondrous power to illuminate the darkest of truths.
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