Her masterpiece.

The emotional parts of you! the

Moment of Transparency.

How do I tap into the emotional parts of you? When my feet feel

Like they will never touch the ground.

she was smoking a cigar, and drinking her whisky, there was stacks of money she counted after the big lesbian party at Rockefeller Oslo.

she just took the game winning. When life broke me

Into so many pieces,

I stod on stage.. breaking in front of everyone. Her masterpiece!

Her hands, her skin her hips moving. was she afraid to awaken what’s what’s within? she was once a power to reckon with.

I was Blindfolded and it calmed me, and being restrained felt safe. Like being kept in away.

She had a steady and firm way of being. before then..

She is not a part of my realty anymore.

My feet touch the ground. And

I speak the words. More forceful than a fist.

sometimes, I still fuck her with my head

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