The Light SeXStoRY

In the deep of the night I search for the light Wandering aimlessly Weeping so shamelessly A part always longing This need for belonging For what am I searching In this hapless lurching? This need to fulfill Take all my free will Submissive desire Keep building the fire Like a fog slowly lifting The current is shifting The fires are burning The waves begin churning Colors aplenty The fire has many The waves a deep hue Of the most wanton blue The mixture collides As the Master guides And suddenly I find It’s unwritten but signed A chance surely taken But a new trust awakened Kneeling is right For I have now found the light.