| This is the long tunnel of wanting you
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| Its walls are lined with remembered kisses
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| Wet & red as the inside of your mouth
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| Full & juicy as your probing tongue
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| Warm as your belly against mine
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| Deep as your navel leading home
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| Soft as your sleeping cock beginning to stir
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| Tight as your legs wrapped around mine
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| Straight as your toes pointing toward the bed
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| As you roll over & thrust your hardness
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| Into the long tunnel of my wanting
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| Seeding it with dreams & unbearable hope
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| Making memories of the future
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| Straightening out my crooked past
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| Teaching me to live in the present present tense
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| With the past perfect and the uncertain future
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| Suddenly certain for certain
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| In the long tunnel of my old wanting
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| Which before always had an ending
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| But now begins & begins again
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| With you, with you, with you |