nostalgic jealousy for a woman in hospital.

A sluggish impulse that boils up to the figure of an older sister sleeping in a rough tank top that can not be seen normally. A woman body that has a lively life and reminds me of the situation that she came to visit with the space called a hospital room. I was injured and couldn't move, and because of the hospital, I couldn't make a voice. There is no need for useless words in sexual acts that have violated morality. The suffocated nose resonates in the hospital room.