Reprimanding my subject with disparagement. I fixate upon an rapacious appetite. My boisterous ridicule plunging deep into the threshold of my lover.
Now, unsatisfied, undernourished, dumbfounded to what I had grown accustomed to. How dare I mentally masturbate with no satisfaction, discombobulated by habitual behavior. How was I capable of ushering dim-witted qualities? I subconsiously appointed myself as conductor of hardship. Were my tears an orthodox apporach when in the midst of grieve?
I stood, puzzled.
Resilience always appeared welcoming. I found comfort in the intoxicationg aura that would parade across my glands. My feet anchored, mind traveling, as passion deteriorates. Loves elation always seemed to contravene the betrayels I felt
