It all feels good now. These wanderings, these touches, these ugly faces-these moments! Our kisses and souls are so young that it does not let each other think of tomorrow. Just madly mixed in each other's sweat. So irresistible is today that it makes all the fine lines between love, lust and infatuation intertwine with each other.
It's getting serious! One night goes, another comes and I remain here with my eyes open at a time when they are supposed to be closed. But they aren’t! I hear snores of the world and feel so poor… so poor and so devoid… devoid of sleep. Well, people call it insomnia.
From “Poetry” to “Poet” by Ayan Dawn Now I am far away from you drowning in the nectar...
A.bsurd is tan. City of dreams and words by Alexander Chernavskiy Under the still clouds, the wind blows...
Do You know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by fear? Total kind. The kind I felt when they opened the cell. You’re entering and there is this little bulb…
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