Unspoken
- The Sutra
- May 6, 2015
- 1 min read
I sensed your breath stuck, In limbo between our lips, in effort to maintain its composure, during the intervals in the evening, where the highest levels of intimacy, are bartered off like the market during rush hour. I stored your deep breathes that radiated, during the periods in time, which I conquered your deepest, and most challenging puzzles, seeking to piece together the ultimate understanding of, what it means to be enraptured…-
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