" The question isn't "who is going to let me"; it's "who is going to stop me".
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
To My Lover
This poem was constituted for my lover this morning after a most blissful awakening. It retains an adult theme. Constructive comments welcome. You may need one hand to type. Fair warning. Press Here
2 Comments:
At 6:09 AM, September 07, 2005 , -G.D. said...
Baby,
You say the sexiest things. *blush and double smirks*.
Until tonight (if even possible to wait that long)....I'll bring the fingerpaint and Ella.
At 8:39 PM, September 12, 2005 , Footprint said...
G.D.: I want all of you and both of you.
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