Weird Nipples


    People are just potions we''re mixing day by day, shaking, stirring, both a road and a bottle, such nice curves, feels and tastes delicious, the road can be rocky, so bumpy, but you can be a gentle ferryman, slowly guiding you down, to the depths of the river, into the next life, what we amount, it requires firm hand, and a soft touch, a kiss on the lips, on your mouth, we don’t build the road, but as we steer, past the bushes, picking wild mountain berries, as is so much in life, there’s a choice, we can do it smoothly…This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.