Old blues'

 

The evening rain was cold on my toes. From the scotching sun earlier, i knew it was going to rain, and it did. But, thank goodness i was already back home.

And jelenke, i pulled the radio close to my ears under the duvet, listening to the varieties of old blues streaming on the stereo.

I felt so restless, and even the songs seems to fuel up my mood and annoy my restlessness. 

What's wrong spirit Man? I sighed.....take some water? I don't think that would help either.

The restlessness chased me off bed. Finally, i resigned to the kushin couch....with a black coffee in hand and a cigar to my swollen black lips.

Just breathe....breathe.

I knew what the restlessness wanted, but i made a promise to my spirit Man, I won't subcum to it no matter what...

I won't ever touch myself again....!

Hmmmmm' i heard myself moan faintly....

Can i ever keep to this promise?, this one it's been raining since! And daughter of Zion no be firewood. I muttered beneath my breaths Huskly before sliding a finger in............

Loluafrika.