Perhaps I have never found myself in the layers beneath my skin crawling into the bed taking the satin into it's arms and shaping my insecurities. It never felt so lively with the stretch marks hanging on the edges of curves that are again hiding themselves baring the naked truth on horizon of facing the worldly hues. Somewhere down the line even the oddly arranged castle of hairy pricks lost itself in the mirage of protecting itself from the touch of loved one's embracing them as veiled casket under which lies the ocean of different nectars. One break at a time and finally, we went all lost it from the closet of desires to the thing we never owned our holy spirit, our breathing soul, our goddess image, the very meticulously carved body. Perhaps I have never found myself in the layers beneath my skin crawling into the bed taking the satin into it's arms and shaping my insecurities. It never felt so lively with the stretch marks hanging on the edges of curves
