By mebostorm May 23, 7426

black cotton rolled up in white threads, tends to spread, changing hands, mearging heads, gives rise to fascination, breathes lite through hesitation, sees 'like' through penetration, while these eyes entertain infactuation, by this mind i detain my desires, your hips eer whisssp..eer an inviting look to these eyes, those thighs-his lies your scars, he tries for your smile, so does he and him too, curiousity fulfilled fascination ends, light fades in the sun and them too, infactuation revealed like becomes not love but loathe. . . . and still... I thirst for her! black cotton, white threads

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