I search for you among the broken ones
Arms that deliver what eyes promise for once
Handsome faces adorn, empty, filthy souls
Each one playing their cruel roles
Besieged by lips that lie
Lust that always will die
Tis a race with false starts
Skilled lovers that practice dark arts
They seek lovers to enslave
Desire the whip to ensure you behave
Where are you my love?
Like Manna from above
The God lover
Takes care of his mother
Only me, there will be no other
My lover and my friend
The Truest love that will never end.
Created just for me
Together we are free…
Where are you my Love?
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