Love Is The Glue
Should I enter that labyrinth of flesh,
Wherein lies such pleasure that,
My flesh hardens in anticipation,
Of what it's about to get?
We connect,
Head to head,
And go at it hammer and tongs!
How can this be wrong,
When it feels so right in our minds?
Love is the glue that binds.
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