Imagination Only

Sick is Delicious

In the end, everything we have done will only be a memory, this longing kitika is getting sicker in the feel by each² of us.. unconsciously the taste changes our perspective of a relationship.How can not you who are usually warm now become cold, you who usually ask sekrang only stale, stale,you're the one who used to tell stories now just being a listener, and so on... Like a girl who was tied up, and forced to shout Aaakhhh..

gradually All that is in taste will only produce memories, which sometimes come just to say hello, may also bring profound pain at the beginning but delicious when lingering, may also bring a long time,until finally go to******** the pain is, like a water gun toy that is spurted to someone who makes it wet, like,

well all that will only make us halu .karenya anyway like that..

basically we can only imagine, for example, "I hugged you from afar", "I kissed you from afar" ' "I sucked you from afar". as time goes on, the more unbearable the pain of this feeling deepens, the way it expresses itself with your presence at the western end of me at the eastern end, either,it is very difficult for our bodies to meet each other.it hurts more to think of a meeting for us. Sometimes I want to hold, touch, touch directly. but the fact can only be through the Vidio call together with Trikan, the beautiful scream of your voice that is heard enjoying it, this pdahal is very sick and sometimes goes for a long time, which makes me remember your word is "You're so tough, I want to continue" in a very spoiled tone..

All you read from this writing are shadows and memories that are out of nowhere..

But now, everything has changed.we are getting further and further away. With canned drinks and in the sound of music I forgot all about it. Looking for a chatting friend just to forget everything.. sometimes I miss your screams.Sometimes I try to play with the rain to make it feel so good.I'm wrong, but the opposite is what I get. when this body is wet immediately remember Our body is wet when we still meet first.

well there are times when you and I feel moments like this, holding back the sense of "Enterment".

very dear is not. ahahahaha...

because on the journey of holding it we turn into as I described as early as this writing.the journey that is thought to be very close to the goal.even turned towards being very jauuh with rain. even in the opposite direction.I don't know what else we'll try next so that we can return like before in pleasure.you and I scream.. Aaaaakhhh said to each other, "Don't leave me yaa" or "We're starting again"...

Fragrant sweat that is pouring. the natural smell of each of us. which is now only a memory of the past.

Until I finally thought about why this pain is so Delicious.