Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I walked into the staff room to see you sitting there.
You were intensely reading a six-month old issue of entertainment weekly,
and sipping some of that coffee that's always brewing.
I sat on a chair in front of you,
as you laid back on that green couch.
Beckoning me to come closer to your supple frame.
As your wet lips press against each other,
I feel a tear rolling down from your eye,
and onto my cheek.
I use my powerful arms to toss you onto the couch.
...that couch...
that couch that has been the playground of many a-people's
drunken xmas rendezvous...
I look up from you,
you, who manages to fill every sense I have.
and I see through the cracks in the wall behind us,
lays a unknown passageway.
I pick you up, without a moment's notice,
and carry you through the cracks in the wall.
We make our way through the cracks,
which are slowly becoming transparent.
Your hair tickles my neck,
and my eyes try to decieve me.
Slowly, our true position is revealed.
a see-through room on the edge of a cliff looking over the ocean
complete with a four-post bed.
as I lay, the bracelets melt into a long cord,
which bonds your wrists together.
You look up and smile at me,
as I turn my head to see through the wall,
the crashing wave that is about to overtake us.
then as the wave crests,
I enter you.
You were intensely reading a six-month old issue of entertainment weekly,
and sipping some of that coffee that's always brewing.
I sat on a chair in front of you,
as you laid back on that green couch.
Beckoning me to come closer to your supple frame.
As your wet lips press against each other,
I feel a tear rolling down from your eye,
and onto my cheek.
I use my powerful arms to toss you onto the couch.
...that couch...
that couch that has been the playground of many a-people's
drunken xmas rendezvous...
I look up from you,
you, who manages to fill every sense I have.
and I see through the cracks in the wall behind us,
lays a unknown passageway.
I pick you up, without a moment's notice,
and carry you through the cracks in the wall.
We make our way through the cracks,
which are slowly becoming transparent.
Your hair tickles my neck,
and my eyes try to decieve me.
Slowly, our true position is revealed.
a see-through room on the edge of a cliff looking over the ocean
complete with a four-post bed.
as I lay, the bracelets melt into a long cord,
which bonds your wrists together.
You look up and smile at me,
as I turn my head to see through the wall,
the crashing wave that is about to overtake us.
then as the wave crests,
I enter you.
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