Mouthpiece

Okay, i have started thinking about somebody day in and day out, nights included. And, unsurprisingly, this bit of trivial news spells doom in capitals for the cramped little space that my head is right now. Life’s been so sweet lately, almost to the extent of making me diabetic big time; but what i miss is the holyshit called spice, not sugardolls, back into my days. Barring a few impotent or important things, i’ve got what i always have desired without too much sweat and toil. Yet i find myself at war with myself, squirming, fidgeting, wiggling, writhing(okay, only sometimes. Rest of the times i’m either sleeping or licking the sugardoll). O no, maybe this time it’s me who’s searching for reasons to feel trampled all over, outplayed, annihilated. I got to wriggle out of this loser sentiment. Enough of this rubbish.