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Sunday, March 29, 2015

 The beauty of verbal innuendos is as glorifying as it can be and I love the sharp double edges that it bears.....it is like the marriage between Japanese Samurai sowrd and legendary Khukuri in the hand of a Seal.....it exposes the intelligence of the executor and the indulgence if the executee....its like a baby tooth....deciduous but bites u like a 15 tonnes shark....its just beautiful and overtly addictive.....like a pornography in the mind of teenage.....just shakes you off till you bleed with unfathomable ecstasy........Naked as I can be and would wait in between the sheets.....with billions of floating dreams....and anticipation. I would suggest to myself as how should I complete my tonight. The angle, the depth, magnitude, do I use pillow, switch on or off the glaring lamp, am I going to sweat or shiver....do I lie on the back or hit from the top, am I going to groan and moan.....all alone. She would without conscious effort let me inside her softly and with gradual progression lull me like an opiated miracle. She would dissect me to my atomic level, as I start to fall apart.....as my eyes droop down and finally close in that infinite dimension....I enter the oblivion. She takes over my cerebrum function cowboying me through the heaven and hell of the dream.....and of-course, in-betweens. She hangs me whole night with little suspension to my nature calls.....to drink, to eat, to lick, to squat or to stand......the need. I would float and sail smoothly through the ocean of her empathy.....some night it would be nightmarish and I would shout my guts....or detonate in silent depth. Warm and blissful. The hidden balls in the jungle of glued skin roll and skew....the skin starts to shear apart and the touching trihocysts longs for departure...the balls come out and my conscious life begins then. I leave those cozy moments in between the sheets....blasting passion of life and the nirvana of the night. The 'Sleep'. Tonight she came late and left early.....skinned me to total nudeness of my soul.......

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