To Whom This May Concern…

As sorry as I've felt, at the foot of my bed, fetal and folded in holiday in flannel, softening for a cigaro persuading tomorrow, while clasping laughter of way back when, (it sometimes slips) to sing with your arrival and to ring with your arousal like when I ushered you through down my Nile, risking... Continue Reading →

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