There is no love at first sight. There is only lust at first sight. It's the feeling you get when your eyes linger longer than it's supposed to. And you find yourself undressing the person in your head with no trace of shame. By the next moment, you find yourself drifting off in a daydream every now and then. And you'd f^ck that person every night in your bed, with your hands on yourself, and you don't even know their name.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
