The truth is, goddesses are lousy in bed.
They will do anything it's true.
And the skin is beautifully cared for.
But they have no sense of it. They are
all manner and amazing technique.
I lie with them thinking of your
foolish excess, of you panting
and sweating, and your eyes after.
Jack Gilbert
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Truth, indeed.
;)
MASALA CHAI said...
May 3, 2009 at 7:28 PM
*grin*
The Chasing Iamb said...
May 4, 2009 at 7:48 AM
*foolish excess*
Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
portmanteau said...
June 9, 2009 at 10:02 AM
portmanteauuuuuu!
The Chasing Iamb said...
June 13, 2009 at 1:54 AM