Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Them Sneezes



It feels like orgasms. The start of a sneeze. 
The rush of it. 
Then, the end. When you're done.
But whenever you're not, it's like the saddest day that you missed your beloved for the train.

Or, simply put, an orgasm, done, about or vanished without the holy peck

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