Plead the fleeting moment to last

Monday, October 16, 2006

*ARGHHH*

It can be small, it can be huge. Whatever it's size, it still makes a person go crazy. It can be behind, infront, hidden or exposed but wherever it is, it hurts. Sometimes a little, sometimes enough to make you cry. Other times though, u can't quite feel it there and things go back to it's usual bit. But as soon as u ever so gently touch it with just the flick of your tongue, all hell breaks lose.

But if you have to do it, you just have to coz nothing good comes easy. And so the first time, it bled. Subsequent times weren't rosy... but you get used to it after a while and after a while, you just rub it in harder and harder.

You can't eat properly, you can't sleep properly, you can't talk properly. Fuck, sometimes you even develop headaches because of it. The only thing worst than the pain it itself inflicts... is rubbing salt into it.

In this case, pain does not become pleasure.

God, I hate ulcers!

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