endless way

I step on my feet and stare at Tehran under my feet, to the houses where there is a problem in each of them, a pain, a pain that has no cure. I miss him and his hand wraps around me. Good girl. Come down. You stare at my cigarette smoke without saying a word and follow him until he disappears. My hands are always hot and hot, but I hold myself back. I am a man I loved with all my being, even though his wife is XNUMX years old, I still have an age difference. I'm full and I'm filled with the thirst for tension with every blow to Saxon's pleasure, I think Wes's pulse My feet are deep and because of the pleasure of my stretched sighs and deep sighs, it multiplies your pleasure. I forget the anger. I just think that I will be satisfied sooner. But I know that after that, it will always be like this until the people return home, and I just open my eyes with a sound in my tired eyes and look for my cigarette pack naked, and after a lot of arguing and finding it, I decide to go to the bathroom where I stand. And I look and I do not smile like I used to from his artistic works because I know that all these events are the end of my endless path.