komalaji

At this moment, everything sounds over-expressed, tiring, meaningless, like shouts alerting heads to be kept above the water. It is time...

I breathe, just sitting here… I have nothing to sell, nothing to share, nothing to ask for, or offer to anyone.   I feel like emptying...

For so long, my heart received the nectar of pleasure dripping from my yoni, replenishing every drop of blood running through my soul....