It's like something out of H.P. Lovecraft, only gay (c) LK
In the most secluded corners
of your conscience
is there a whisper
barely heard?
Is there a fear of being neglected,
filled with lust,
so perfectly hidden
and constantly repeated?
Answer me.
Your answer
will be reflected
in the deepest valleys of my soul,
echoed gently
and passed to your lips.
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of your conscience
is there a whisper
barely heard?
Is there a fear of being neglected,
filled with lust,
so perfectly hidden
and constantly repeated?
Answer me.
Your answer
will be reflected
in the deepest valleys of my soul,
echoed gently
and passed to your lips.
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