- how every smoke liberates one thought into something or, maybe a chain of musings took birth. -
-how every smoke fingers my mind, while I'm busy in fondling the tales.-
-how every smoke tingles the imagination, while you're busy tasting me in my head.-
-how every smoke thrills inside, while you are making love to my lungs.-
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
- how every smoke liberates one thought into something or, maybe a chain of musings took birth. -
-how every smoke fingers my mind, while I'm busy in fondling the tales.-
-how every smoke tingles the imagination, while you're busy tasting me in my head.-
-how every smoke thrills inside, while you are making love to my lungs.-
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