Our Mutual Hill Sojourn Comments

As we made our sojourn to the hills slowly your neck grew wavy. Gradual titillation of menstruating women's heavy buttocks is felt on the prehistoric trees. And I am here to re-fix my gaze on your glorious breasts which I compare to Dewaa fruits- monkey jackfruits- that hang from trees.
My lustful gaze cascades down in a thinly flow-like hot sweat-drops on this day of summer. In the night-after-thousand-nights and in the day- after-thousand-days you become a gift in the valley like a blood-colored china-rose.
I squat under blackish green leaves to dissolve you into the salt of my eyes. You peep through the unearthly white glass-towers. With every twinkle of of the eyes I see your face brightening up in this twilight of the wild.
Whenever people go to the hills it's better for them to learn from the bears the rhythm of their heavy gaits and the mantra called togetherness. I've brought with me a number of specimens. Please keep them under ice and inside your bra with tenderness and care for days together. And now let us not go back to the eternally deceitful, eternally lustful and eternally sinister place called city. let us rather set for artless innocence and incivility. Let us go into the core of slumber.Let us race through the fog and mist of dawn with each other on shoulder.
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