soft fibber of dark velvet..I'm getting drunk with the sweet perfume soaked with the old feeling and dry fruits... I'm looking at her and it seems she let a line on my finger...warm...radiating erotic feelings...

blood of dark pitch or the pure white of polar sunrises, i feel both in her soft flesh...and i think it's sweet.

it doesn't matter how she appeared in the kitchen... lyed down in my palm she forgets why she came on the world... with the minds lost is getting...