it was only just a dream
What if we could start all over again, invite you dinner and talk about our passions and goals? Maybe we will, maybe not.
PASSING OUT WITH PLEASURE
As her friend gently caresses her sex she has never felt such intense pleasure. Her mind becomes a whirl as the fingers probe her more intimately, as her desire increases and an intense orgasms fells her…
In Latin: I think therefore I am, I read therefore I am, I write therefore I am.
My tattoo from my favorite poem of all time, T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”