i live in the moment.
i let the wind blow my hair as i struggle to ride the bike on a cubical road and i'm playing my favourite song as I listen to my favourite moans escaping your mouth.
i'm alone in the middle of nowhere with only my notebook and my pen and i wish you were here on the unknown fields to make love with me under this erotic sun burning the skin off my legs and arms. i listen to my favourite song, your raspy voice as I lau down on my sweater and let my hair tangle with the grass as I truly smile, relieved that I'm all alone.
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Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
