There are dreams so delusional and deep that make us live them intensely, the consciousness is terribly dominated by a fantasy so real that everything flows through the mind, I think what we dream lasts only a few moments;
damn but they seem eternal, they are so pleasant that I really feel that their mouth bites my whole body, those bites that snatch the little sanity left to my soul; kisses, arrogant but trembling kisses, caresses that hurt so tightly, battle of two skins that are dragged by the desires of flesh that have never been pure, them they always want, that hunger is endless, they eat every minute, they devour in that instant of sleep that seems eternal.
Then awake; awake exhausted, a little desperate and at the same time satisfied, filled with purple all over the legs and other parts of the body that better not to mention.
Then awake; sweaty, hands sore and chapped lips.
They are delusional and exquisite dreams from which one then wakes up and does with life and mind moved.
Then awake; awake exhausted, a little desperate and at the same time satisfied, filled with purple all over the legs and other parts of the body that better not to mention.
Then awake; sweaty, hands sore and chapped lips.
They are delusional and exquisite dreams from which one then wakes up and does with life and mind moved.
