Power Struggle

There's something about the warm comfort of well structured, gripping walls
That won't allow a man to say no.
Who could deny the requests of such pleasure?
Surely the payoff would be worth it...so he agrees,
All the while losing himself, little by little.

You see the deeper he dives into crevices,
Battling waves of wetness,
Searching for buried treasure,
He knows that the heart he desires will never belong to him.
The further he proceeds the more his vision blurs, but he can't turn back.
Such pleasure has to be worth the fight.

There's something about the warm comfort of well structured, gripping walls
That won't allow a man to say no.
He holds it tightly and cherishes it deeply,
But it kills him to know that it will never be love.