We actually don't have any bells, but that's the image the media sells. The day's coming quick, there's soo much to do. I just want to stop to say, I love you. As the days go on, things …
Piss Po’etry
It is hard for me to make my mind move from novel writing to poetry groove. The rhymes come so slow, the rhythmn slower; Eventually, my mind will turn o'er. The poems will come much …
Smooove Legs
Ev'ry now and then, when you're legs are smoooove, I'll rub against them just to feel "the groove". "The groove" is not some ole indentation, but a silent form of incantation. Something …
Snug Hug
I love it when you get all nice and snug, enveloping me with a precious hug. You'd think that after all these crazy years, that a hug from me would bore you to tears. A hug from you …
Kiss of Bliss
I do not know if I have told you this, but every time you give me a kiss my spirit careens t'wards heavenly bliss. Sometimes I ensure it is obvious, sometimes I make it too easy to …
Cuddle-Wuddle
Isn't it strange how, like sports teams huddle, after everyday, in bed, we cuddle? With new opponents ev'ry single day, we try out new moves to keep them away. Some days, the game's …