AUTOFICTION 1 by angelicism01 滲み出るエロス

whenever i saw a beautiful color all i longed for was to press it to my heart or eat it all up. it was more difficult with the body of an angel but the process and feeling involved were the same. when it came to the sky, i hardly had any feelings at all. the sky was great to me, and it was as it was, and my angels took good care of the rest. i was too greedy for everything, i might also have written too greedy, that’s on god in the end. i was too full of life to be alive, too full of sex to fuck. i was sensitive but i was too angelic. i was too erotic inside my angel. i was too erotic with words. it was as if words were a calm inside my heart, a calm around my mind, but inside there was an ongoing end. i saw the drawings of an angel composed at dawn on a girl’s lap, on a girl’s lip, and i said that one second was enough