The tunnel of love(with a twist)

Write a poem about the tunnel of love.
Here is the twist, in the middle of it the lights go out, but the ride keeps going.
So what happens? You and your love get attacked by monkeys, things get heated, a snake appears, when you both come out of the tunnel you both are wearing Banana suits, etc. Come up with a scenario. It could be anything, and feel free to use a scenario from up here if you need help.
Don't spam a million poems, don't make them too long, title please, and that's it on the rules.

Indiana Moans
Our excited whispers echo off the cave walls
The latern glows on your face, outlining those chiseled features
My heartbeat accelerates rapidly when my hand touches yours
As ifyou can hear it, you grip my hand in yours
We reach a dead end which means we have to go back
But first......
Our heated love making, makes for a brighter flame in the lantern
Your muscle, smooth and hard, like the stone bed under us
Your lips are soft and a familiar old friend of mine
I feel you tighten up as I trace your bottom lip with my tongue
Pleasure and pain never brought so much rain
We live in the pages of every romance
There, betweeen the lines
You get a paper cut
I taste the blood from your finger
Lust and desire ignites my fire
Before I realise it, you're collapsed on the floor in a lifeless heap

Hope this works.  :D

Tunnels of Love

The look a flash of blue
Of weak-kneed me and passionate you
A smile a touch
A tight hug a kiss from you
We entered the tunnel
Too engrossed in looking
At each other’s face
Lip-locked
The darkness engulfed
And still we embraced
Your hands on my thigh
My breasts on your chest
We were lost in the tunnel of love
On and on we went with the flow
Engrossed in each other
We flowed together
We became each other
Entwined and entangled
And when at last the journey
Was over, the tunnel was just a dark highway
A place we traverse through in our ignorance
Real life out there broke us
The ugliness of wants and needs and shortcomings
Came to light in  real broad daylight
The tunnel became a distant memory.

THE TUNNEL OF LOVE

I met you at the county fair

You invited me to the tunnel that day

What was I thinking, it was so hot

A nice dark tunnel could cool me off

I did not even know your name

We were halfway through the tunnel

When it collapsed and mayhem came

Each person for themselves

Running for their lives

In the dark, mangled metal

Crawling over bodies

I reached the light

Since I did not know you

It was all right

To clean myself up

Go somewhere else

Enjoy the rest of the night.

Love Redefined

Hearts and cupids gather round us
as we journey in our boat
down the water way.
Every vapid cliche one could think of
shoved in any empty space
your eyes could wander to.
We laugh together at the mis representation.
There is no pain,
no triumph after trials,
and no heat
in the cutesy cutouts.
We look into each others eyes,
both thinking of the scars
the love battles caused
and the strength we carry from them.

We know this tunnel will now be an inside joke we will share,
And we lean in to share a kiss to seal the moment.

As our lips touch,
the lights go out.
No matter.
The spark of lip to lip
and hand to hand
always gives us our own
electricity.

We giggle at this new turn of events,
and I feel your hand firmly on my thigh.
I welcome your advance.

With deeper kiss
and purpose ignited,
I free you from your denim prison,
And stroke you to life.
My short skirt
makes your work unhindered
as you ready me.
The heat builds quickly.
Our little boat
drifts along slowly,
denied of the current
that carried it
to it's destination.

We have the time we need,
And the excitement of not knowing how much.

Your hand in my hair,
you pull my head back
and I feel you slide in.
Gentle at first.
Thick with need.
A need I meet
as I claw at you,
Leaving traces across your skin.
As the rhythm gains,
I tell you I want you,
I love you.
That no man could know me,
fill me,
like you.
You tell me no other woman
could ever be home
to your desires
Or your heart.

Our soundtrack is muffled,
After all we don't want to put our music
to someone else's ride.

The light at the end of the tunnel
is in the distance,
but can be seen.
You find the sweet spot,
and we crescendo together.
Digging nails and biting skin.
The lights flicker back on.
One arrow wielding
winking cupid
is left
to hold our secret.

As I shimmy back into my silk,
and you zip the last piece of evidence away,
we kiss again.
A bookend to the best ride here.
You take my hand,
help me from the boat
and we walk away,
a river still damp
between my legs.

We leave behind this tunnel of love,
redefined,
marked with more pain and pleasure
and love
than it had ever seen before.  

The Tunnel of Death
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The quick rush of water,
Pushes our boat to a stop,
The lights flickered wildly,
And went out with a pop.

I start to panic,
But he grabs my hand,
His was cold as well,
Here in this quiet island.

I touch the walls,
They were slimy and wet,
Which shouldn't be,
The water level should be set.

There was a loud splash,
Goosebumps rippled across my skin,
As something dragged my date away,
From the water deep within.

His hand slipped out of mine,
Before i had a clue,
He was gone along with his bubbles,
All i felt next was the ice cold wind that blew.

A few minutes pass,
Then an hour or so,
My imaginations drive me insane,
When would it be my turn to go?

Anxiety takes over,
Finally my hand moves,
Using my receptionless phone as a light,
The stuff of my nightmares had come true.

Rouge all around,
In the water, on the walls,
Broken debris of previous boats,
Lodged in the ceiling so tall.

Its going to be my turn,
Its not possible to escape,
Whatever's coming for me,
Waiting for rescue would be too late.

Wo sat upon
the faces on
the seawall,
and know it
is quite ordinary,
like out neighbor
sitting with us:

you used to sit
next to me in class
and I'd laugh when
you commented, not
in a mean way but a
tender one:

now we draw together
near, with here our
faces laughing forward.

Our ride in times rhymes

Passing trains on rusted tracks
Laid, maintained
On enslaved backs
Collision crashed us into one
Now flashing red lights flicker
and turn
Holding on to weakened hands
But strengh is leading from
Slowed quicksand
A reprimand?
Could it be?
That fate could be worse to you
than me...
It feels unfair
Yet tunnels blind as the trains get there
Alight with hope and begging our entry
But dark inside
It tries to forsake me
and we
Sit back, awake
Let it crash if there is no brake