Aquamarine

This sweet longing just drops again. How many years have passed? Guitars, colors, Tanya, bodies, ecstasy, touching you—so sweet, so taboo. Basslines kick into fractals of sensory pleasures, touching you again. She is alright. Receiving, noticing, receiving warm, sexy sounds. Everything shimmers, trembles, vibrates—delicate, sophisticated, purely pleasurable.

Oh, that moment… May I live with a peaceful heart, having transformed that bittersweet memory into the present.


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