Quietude is an idiosyncrasy. A good and much needed one as well. When worlds fall apart inside you or rise, you try to introspect and find yourself as a ruin to be touched again.That typical reaction of one’s head as to touch and lick the quietude and see the birds in a monochromatic version of themselves.

How won’t they be making you high when they’re moving and you’re there still. That quietude, as if a kiss is about to happen before an intense dramatic mouthing of two persons.

Quietude can be a moment of up and downs as same as the crests and troughs of a mathematical fucked up equation and still you won’t be getting a way out.

But why to have a way out when all you can do is gaze and just finger that momentarily vision till you carve yourself out into something that is much needed for the growth of your mindfulness.

-Is that necessary?

-Well, when you realize you aren’t able to contain yourself as an atomic machine and the orbits you contain is full of madness. A lot quietude is necessary. quietude makes you ready for the bombardment you are about to make and produce intense amount of idiosyncratic post effects around you and inside you as well.

-What you’ll become?

What you become is kind of a race sometimes and you run until you realize the shoes you’re wearing are for walking or maybe the track you’re running on is full of overrated name. You become what you’re embracing yourself as. You become not by walking on the same path but walking through several ones but onto the same direction.

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A day full of dishevelment whether rain will come or not. Not much was been decided for the breakfast as new commandments were about to be declared for the existing troops for preparing the march with allies on the borders.

Colonel has been checking Melantha’s borders as well from the whole night; the borders of her panties stuck between sudden slips of fleshy and dangerous thighs and the holy butt. As same as the sudden bunkers just before the gates of war where you can slip and settle for a moment or two. She has been sleeping with forelegs and thighs not crossed much. The past night has been busy with weekend night’s scotch that became dangerous for Colonel’s mind to prepare war or to eat her territory spread in front. Blue was the panty and so was the sky of the dawn. Little lost and covered but soothing with a tease.

Whole night he received all the indications from the frills of the panty borders, which reminded him of battle zones and more orders still in box to be given. Orders were to put arms on a more agitation practice and throwing of borders as well. Thereby, he had to think whether Melantha is his canvas to make him a warrior. Warrior from her ways of doing things in daily life, warrior from her skills of being the Melantha, a battle zone she is herself and hence reflecting it onto the outer perspective as well.

‘ good morning darling’,a soothing refer for Melantha to curl up like a war halted for a night. a morning, another start for her.

‘ you are a scotch bowl’, Colonel receives such awards from her mouth while legs curl up with a little flash of her cunt lips as she loved the carefree attitude on bed. Instead of a reply he got shameless way of handling mornings, as he smells of not one of the finest scotch but an average one.

Grins demanded more of his attention but an evil one. Colonel’s skin smelled of so much of unrest regarding commandments and it got all tasted by Melantha’s dark and beautiful half opened eyes. In no time, his mouth was half stuck between Melantha’s bunker like thighs which were much better spread for his breakfast. Victorian style lingerie with frills were her addiction and Col.’s battle zone planning.

This time he tastes all the memories and future agitation also from her half deciphered cunt as the other half remains under the blue panty. Every detail he uses to lick around and make noises as same as the war while she adds moans like some pre air droppings of bomb with a leaving a trail of madness onto the grounds.

‘Scotch never has been this intense’,Colonel managed to open his mouth while having her wars on his dry lips and uttering such beautiful lines made Melantha cover his head with those slips of fleshy bunker and he was stuck in her lust and morning things.

Suckles and war zones had many things in similar, the crushing with footsteps, and here the crushing of cunt with tongue. And rain added more when morning blues were wet and humid, so was the mouth of Colonel all drenched.

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