Panting

At first they were sighing softly as whispers of the wind. Then they started panting, breathless. Soon they merged into a sea of ecstasy.

Author: psiberite

I am a Hellenic Philistine driven by the made pursuit of aestheticism, an existential nihilist and post modern deconstructionist.

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