Pleased Episode

I'm in no need of light when your eyes already coruscated the whole universe, that makes my heavy heart float in the sky—like how a kite following the flow of cold air in the sunset. I like how your name embedded unconsciously to my tongue which led to countless utter your mouth's uncontrollable movements that conveyed fiduciary as it made contact on mine— a sudden sunder would not alter the pleasure it gives. pernicious stare that drives my muscle to abnegate as we explore the innocuous wild lusty forest superfluous sounds when our groans and moans echoed along the corner of the room full of silence— the pain it gives when I hold the sharp sword your trying to pierce in me with great delight. the adventurous hand with voluptuous intention—the gaw I saw when the tadpoles sail through the river you once swam. bubbles are constantly popping when my hands reach out of it—always a cloud that is seen but not touched—the thought of holding liquid substance with our bare hands—the pain of prolonging the vicious dream of enamoured beings, with elusive possibilities.