Thursday, 25 June 2015
They say it’s my longing.
For you and for being yours.
They think, I dash my body across yours for feeling the sensation, that tickles my watery texture against your graveled one, unraveling pleasure of a life time.
People, I don’t know what to say on their behalf as they see what they want to and speak what they don’t.
Never would they understand that it’s not my longing for the shore but my secret desire for the sky that propels me to use force as a medium of escape.
Pic : FSF
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