You turn toward me, your lips move, wanting to speak. A literary compass for finding your voice. Still Life with Oysters and Lemon. When we take in the lushness o.

Lastfm What I listen to. So That Makes A Total Of Two. Hours faded with us naked, staring at the ceiling. Sexual eruption because we have feelings, feelings. Wrapped up in your walls and mind I stay, presenting. To remain the main and only attraction, inventing. Moments deeply inside of you, to prove I speak only truth. To see your face, your face when you come unglued. Asking questions laughing and smiling.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Your attitude and the way you go it slow. Leaves no room for intimacy. Perhaps you consider me old. And so find it not fitting for me loving you . You need men young enough and ajile. Men presantable enough to be your men. But one day ,. When your days shall be over. Your time come to pass.