They turned the light off and crushed into each other, in piercing passion they
were entangled. Lust is best expressed in the dark, as moan and groan, in
silent rumble from the chasm of dark emerge, maybe on the bed of perdition. At
the peak of lust, zeal of emotion consumed reasons as they empty their beings
into each other, but what is left, however meagre it might be, fragment of reality
where its bulk of fraction is bitten off by fantasy which within a few minutes of
cupous corporal excitement, eternity is lost in each other’s arms, most likeles
hurt becomes its eventuality.


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