bbs( the love of likein lust)

my mind wraps her with tightness of a boa construtor my venomous thoughts of love pumps the poisin in her vains her anedote of discontent makes her feel better but the monster myself cast another attack and let the heart the black witch doctor take her ways to forget them and so she can live in the cave withme her lust make her like love but once we made love love turns to like to dislike to hate to indifference to noncarein and that and only that can make the love monster drown in sorrows and saddness