Devils playground.

The fragrance

of summer, sea salt, mixed with a scent green grass and sweet flower.

Sound of Ocean waves, slow, steady

I am sitting

at my veranda in the night, looking at the sky

I cant sleep. I am consumed with moments.

In essence of conflict between logic and emotion.

questions philosophical and moral.

The need of danger, the devils playground.

my body aches to touch You, to pull You into me.

Your fingers, gently yet firmly.

all those shared intimate moment

Doors locked,

enclosing walls now forms a Boundary for her play. With blind falls

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