Writing

Keep your hands out of your pants until you're finished reading....I promise it isn't that long.

A poem about the making of love.

She rose from the bed quietly, as not to wake him.

She stared back. I could tell she was fighting the urge to look down. "How do you feel?" she whispered, her toes stroking my erection.

German for love-making.

On a full moon night We took the long way home Chasing souls Chasing bodies We twirled and danced, Spreading our hues In the str..

Peter's grandchildren finally meet him when he is wrapped in a towed!

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