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Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no read more
Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is.
Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer sex raises some pretty good questions
Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer sex raises some pretty good questions
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which read more
Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.
Every human mind is a great slumbering power until awakened by a keen desire and by definite resolution to do.
Every human mind is a great slumbering power until awakened by a keen desire and by definite resolution to do.
Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and read more
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.
