Feeling merged into the secret place.
Away from the noise of lies.
In contact with bizarre desires.
United with the aura of lucidity.
Digesting the lightness of the clouds.
Savoring a sky of dreams.
Awaiting the words to quench the thirst for communication.
Being present under the palm tree.
Alive with feet caressing the sand.
Longing for more secret places.
Full of wandering lust for self disclosures.
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