by step2247

Created on: September 13, 2009   Last Updated: September 16, 2009

Scotch-walkers

You my only friend who holds me through the darkness of another disturbing night

I love you more than I love myself and there is something remarkable in that

For you understand me better than I could ever hope to

And through some damn chemical interaction

you set all the right pleasuring sensations in motion

This is your great vocation

Bless your magic spirit

For without you I would be but half of myself

Some wandering fool aware of his pathetic existence

Thank you for hiding all that!

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