you and your everlasting hold upon me drive me to points of no return to points of madness to points of truth to points of pure inspiration

But your beauty never to be mine your beauty always out of the reach of my finger tips never to feel your soft and firm skin of mystic fuck and tender magic upon an ocean of dreams I’ve had of you

For you are another’s internal light of pure satisfaction never to be mine

Passing by the factory of your dark and tortured love,

endless in its spite and power of denial of pure sanity,

corruption of your soul that must be over thrown by powers of the unforeseen love I have for you,

perhaps in figments of my own imagination,

for the love I have for you is that in which your heart has yet to except,

but I have yet to forget the tender hold of your gaze upon my body to which I we’ll forever hold dear

Dark cold black walls covered from top to bottom in pulsating erected cocks, dripping and shooting there loads across the room screaming and crying with mumbled slurs of fuck, fuck, fuck, teased till veins pop and heads explode into the pure musical rhymes of jazz, leaving a mixture of the pureist blood and seamen over the checkered floor, forming a beast of the devils creation that slithers towards me crying in pain and pleasure, devouring me to points of pure sexual pleasure causing me to explode into a universal majesty of heaven.