20/April/2017
Thursday
1:04 pm
>> She strives to find love.
Wild, wild love.
A love so wholesome that it consumes her soul.
A love so pure that it cleanses her soul of any blackpits.
Because there are many of them there. Powerful and deep.
She searches for warmth and comfort.
She reaches for the deep, soul shattering kisses heating the blood in her veins, surging in her body like a tempest.
She reaches for peace.
For peace is there.
It exists.
It exists upon the presence of our beloved. She wants it all.
All of it.
-Fatima Shaikh
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