The desirous believe
The desirous believe (poor idiots of hope) that someday a man will create a signature drink made of a thousand breasts and a sea stupor compelling our thighs to tremble. They think saliva men will show their luminescent tongues and open our eyes to a brave new beginning. Dazzling man, refugee in a fire without end― Then we will not be able to move. Our flesh long and wide, desire satisfied, will be appeased forever. We'll lose our eyes and never be the reflection of insanity again.