This is the long tunnel of wanting you. br Its walls are lined with remembered kisses br wet & red as the inside of your mouth, br full & juicy as your probing tongue, br warm as your belly against mine, br deep as your navel leading home, br soft as your sleeping cock beginning to stir, br tight as your legs wrapped around mine, br straight as your toes pointing toward the bed br as you roll over & thrust your hardness br into the long tunnel of my wanting, br seeding it with dreams & unbearable hope, br making memories of the future, br straightening out my crooked past, br teaching me to live in the present present tense br with the past perfect and the uncertain future br suddenly certain for certain br in the long tunnel of my old wanting br which before always had an ending br but now begins & begins again br with you, with you, with you.