Would you let your imagination
take you to places
I'd like you to go . . .
Places dark and lucious
with secrets
you've yet to know?
Would you trust my hands
to guide you
as you take
each step blind?
Would you relax
with me beside you
and trust
I'll help you find . . .
Mysteries and magic
Still unexplained,
Delectables and delights . . .
The line between pleasure and pain,
Groans and utterings
Held too long within,
What some see as faith
and others call sin.
Would you?
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