The Blue of my Roof
I'm lying down on my golden sofa. On my left, my flatscreen- playing The World Is Not Enough. Some hot exotic fox with the sharpest nose bridge trying to pull the trigger on Bond's head. Yes, Brosnan's the Bond in this one.
I'm heading to KL in a couple hours time. Meeting Lan, in a way, is therapeutic. The long four-hour bus ride north serves as moving therapy for me. No doubt the image of you will appear and do silly things to my imagination. I'm able to layer you down for now.
My tea is cold now. It tastes like liquid room temperature sugar with a tint of sepia. You've already entered my mind. I haven't even started my journey. I'm gonna take a nap, Denise Richard's white top is drenched and her dark nipples are emerging.
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