Kisses.
Why can't i talk about it?
Touches.
Why can't i say how it feels?
Love.
Why don't you accept that it is love?
Him.
Why am i addicted to feel him?
Deep inside me.
Her hairs are illusive
They are long dark and so many
They smell oils of betrayal.
Her lips are dirty
They are so artificial
They kiss so many.
Her curves are ugly
It drags all of them like old torn sag over a muddy dirty ground.
Her fertility stinks
They move around it like houseflies on a summer day around a rotten onion.
Her softness are puker wet
They fight over it like mad dogs dropping their wet saliva.
She is untouchable!
But I love me.
But I hate she.
She is mother,sister,grandma,sheila,lusie,chandramaya,history mam,kangana ranawat,dhanmati,shanti,parlour's aunty.
She is mom who never loved me.
She is
whore,slave,nude,man's toy,body-seller,penetrated,anonymously pregnant,gang raped,dirty,scratched.
She is me which i could not be.
Teasing.
I shall tease you even in a crowd
And they won't be able to see us.
one of da best..i flt!!
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