Ominous whenever I'm in her contact.Her wavy replies is the texture that I crave more often than said.Her mischievous laughter is the sensuous essence to my addiction.Dragging smoothly,she inhales a burning presence of my needy fervour .The smoke that hovers from her lucious lips all the way into my senses is simply inexplicable...The way she addresses her thoughts,appeals yet applies to no one else .
Caressing a smile,she wields a potential hazard that just happens to circumcise even the most complex of expressions into a mono syllabic justification.
Lurking behind the vague fumes of a lonesome demeanour ,she lusts, yearns for an iota of forethought that seems to pierce through her gaze every time she ventures out into the wild ,becoming a puppet than a master to the world she's surrounded in .
Call it unfortunate or deceiving,but what comes next is rather blessed than besieged...