17 April 2012
What do they do there? Is it the same as...her?
No, it can't be. Yours is a princess whose feet you smother with kisses, the very ground she walks is worth its weight in platinum once she has graced it. So why then the same movements?
Mortified in thought, you mustn't judge... Kiss every inch in belief of what you must believe, smother with love and sex, cleanse her body of the outside world. Make her yours, let time heal those tender wounds until slender hands rip out your soul again.
Because No One Lies • Opuss № I