When you take that final step,
before you enter my gate of life,
that there is no turning back,
before you see it fade to black,
That what you have been denied,
since you were born,
told its beauty, was equivelent to porn,
but heard rumors of, my ecstacy,
Sit next to me,
you decide, I needn't be,
--- your wife,
Yet I naively permit the passage,
into my gate of life,
While we breathe,
inhale, exhale,
pant, and lust,
(devolution), like animals we
twist, and you thrust.
Then I look at you,
you at me,
bitter sweet, breathing in,
my ecstacy. . .
You Crudely withdraw your mind,
from my thighs,
through selective regeneration of your memory,
You must deny, you know. . .
(all you ever learned where lies).
But nonetheless, you abandon me,
only to enter an eternal, non-existent realm
of passionless torment. . .
You can think only of me. (*Wink, wink)
Know that before you enter my gate of life,
there is no turning back. . .
for all you see, will fade to black.
Reason for writing:
hmmm. What am I talking about?
Birth sign: Aquarius
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