“To fuck or not to fuck?Is that even a question?  My desire is such that she claims my mind.  She cavorts naked before me, teasing me, lifting each heavy breast in turn daring me to join her in the dance.I...

She lit the fire for warmth. The room was cold.It burned with carmine flames, And sanguine expectations of illuminationThat never cameDue to a shortage of lust and passionAmongst the men and women in her life.It was the highest form of praiseFor her...