So many thoughts few are the expressions.locked down, i have been imprisoned by my senses, not letting me express the intense turf out of desires.

my make believe happiness crumbling all because my love has evolved into what you call your. 'Mine' a sound i want to be woken up with, with deep breaths in my space.

falling as hard as am unable to comprehend. Putting my thoughts into words, now made expressing it easy. the sparks slowly turning into flames that burn with its heat making me need exhalation from my own breath filled with smokes of passion burning in limitless possibilities.

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