You are in there, I am certain of it--
Behind the gear's finely-honed,
precision fit.. gear
in to gear
in to gear
And I wonder.. do you want out?
The machine on the outside, self-repairs
Any attempt towards dismantle from
the external, is futile..
But the internal, beautiful girl..
"I don't know what you mean, about 'machine'"
She is apprehensive, those beautiful
brown eyes, looking up at me..
"Look down, sweet girl"
Her thighs, fully parted, as I slide
in to her.. those amazing hips,
moving so perfectly with mine, extracting..
Milking from me, my warm pulsing *****--
a deeply-penetrating lubricant, pulsed
deeply into the machine
As if to lubricate its gears..
But penetrating so deeply, as to now
permeate the insides of the
turning from lubricant, to that
of a corrosive nature..
Fully coating now, the inner you..
as it turns back now, into that
of a healing balm
Bringing a to you moment of light
and internal clarity--
long enough for you to see
That the machine is made vulnerable
by the ever-changing qualities of
Love that found its way through
As the awakened parts within you, for the
first time.. understand
the machine's love-blocking, nature
And you begin to choose, mid-******
the machine's dismantle, from the inside--
'Little by little..
Line, upon line..
Block, upon block..
Precept, upon precept..'
Until we have the chance, once again..
to do it all again
the power of christ compels