Kanika 😏 sulphur in my hair 🔥 and nothing else to do tonight

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Forehead damp, throat damp, and sulphur sitting in my hair since morning. Sulphur is the smell of this work and sulphur does not leave after one bath. My pillow smells of sulphur. My wrists smell of sulphur, and the sulphur stays under my bangles 😏 Sulphur goes into the hair first, then the ears, then the mouth. By four o'clock I taste sulphur when I drink water from the pot. My tongue knows sulphur better than it knows sugar, sweetheart. Nobody warns a girl that sulphur becomes her own smell 🔥 Come close and take one breath near my neck. Sulphur first, then my own skin under the sulphur, and that second smell is the one that keeps a man awake. My hair will be loose and full of sulphur. Sulphur in your face, and you will not move back even one inch 😈 The sulphur goes onto your collar, onto your chest, into your mouth when you kiss my throat hard. Tomorrow your driver will smell sulphur in the car seat and say nothing about it. Your own shirt will carry sulphur to the wash. That sulphur was mine since morning and now it is on you 💋