Sunday, 6 February 2011
And now for something completely different
Hate. Upon releasing my tender thoughts I clench my robust fist. As we speak, unforgiving demons seep from my every pore, I cleanse my thoughts and release my fist. Purity trickles into my consciousness and I am reunited with a positive, indignant stance. My lips purse. I close my eyes then gently caress my warm and moist bottom lip, the heat pulsates. My thoughts turn to all things dear to me. The feeling hits me for 6. Love.