Saturday, November 19, 2016

Passion...

Scribbling:

“You offer me yourself drenched in blood and ask me to drink as if wine. let me assure you my dear I could taste you without tearing you in pieces, I could just swallow you whole as if you were an exotic delicacy and feel you lingering all night in my mouth. My passion is delicate like the moon and it could well eclipse your Sun-like blazing romance.”

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