Closeness (On Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn)

I do not believe in the final analysis that skin deep does the trick
that "deep as deep can really go" is just the length of dick.
No matter first or last at last who cums it matters not,
and nothing in us will us carry on, no matter just how hot;
no finger grove, nor technique used, nor tongue inset just how
will ever be the final glue that sets us to our vow.

No gyration's gravity, nor games of hide and seek,
will ever stay our "go away" unless we take a peek
into the souls of those we lust for and see there something keen;
no smell, nor taste, nor antic vaulting sorts out what we've seen;
the human points of feeling trusted, loved, or even made
to feel that we're "the one" will keep us from our leaving shade.

No, in the end, it must be so that "we've allowed ourselves to go
and love with all we've got" is all and everything we know.

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