The room was cold, my skin was scaly, my bones shivering. I was an amateur, she a professional; as she bewildered here lies onto me she forced it upon. I knew it was erroneous, but had no other alternative. Like a twister progressing our direction, not by chance but by force. I stood there hesitant of the circumstances, what I was loosing and what I was gaining. Perhaps, it had no connotation. Now that I turn back to see it, my virtuousness was mugged. The intimacy was loosely poor, the anger was greatly numbered, the love was long from sight. As soon as I saw myself fly away, I knew it was all long gone. Inch by inch, feet by feet my life was soon vanishing right in front of my eyes.
Soon, she plunged herself. Rapidly, it was gone.
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