Back to the touch I swirl and fall,
Swirl and fall onto my knees
Where lust lurks like a fog
So that I can no longer see....
No longer seeing or feeling
Trapped in the body and mind
Feeling full unable to give
Anymore of myself to rise...
Frustration turns into sexual energy
As I take my lover in my arms
Nothing more than physical passion
As I fall in this tangled destruction
Tense body, rigid muscles
As I firmly take hold
Dominating and disconnected
No love is made at all....
Down into this world of pain I retreat
Where open wounds bleed
Avoiding the self again and again is to live in this torture.....
Until my mind is once again freed.
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