Phoesune

How did it come to this? Always walking away when the moment begins to vibrate and the elements of the universe seem to be pressing against us, pushing us beyond our morals. We can see the depths of depravity with all its disorder and chaos calling, crooning, compelling, conniving, carousing, and contorting our thoughts to acquiesce to debauchery. Just one inch beyond your lips the abyss hums with the throbbing eons of desire. The drumming dreams of sensual satisfaction and momentary memories of mammal mingling brought by the icy hands of Kali pressing us into each others personal space and urging copulation with divine pressure and villainous virility.

Ding!

“Oh, this is my floor…have a nice day!” she says with a timorous wave through the shutting elevator doors.