His nights with her were totally daunting, he felt breathless, his skeleton trembled like autumn shrubberies. His heart pounded with pains, intolerable pains. Now, after all and every time they are in solitude, she still enjoys expressing her egotistical enticing style. Chains around his lungs getting tighter. Despair, he suffers losing the flames of excitement to celebrate their anniversary together this year.
Take me out of this misery, the eternal suffering minding her desire to prime. He screams: done honey , I am already cracked from the inside; please let go of me now. He craves to cure a tormented soul celebrating his balance nights without her. Nights that will heal his pains. Hopefully a few of them would fill the voided soul.