If you could have only seen what happened. I try to tell you. I try to describe every last detail, to make sure you can hear every sound, to imagine every single move. Sometimes you’re just too far away, sometimes… Read more ›
The lyrics say it best in this case. Firing the Surgeon General by The Foremen You can’t come in I hear you knockin’ but you can’t come in I hear you knockin’ but you can’t come in ‘Cause I’m firing… Read more ›
The all important K sound gets us every time. It’s the cataclysm of the caress. The coda of the cuddle. A consummation of the copulation. Maybe even the culmination of the coition. Anything to prevent the swan song of the… Read more ›
