Hana the owlOh tell me Hana!Why do you brood those eggs?

I was a skeptic,a Thomas with doubtfingers rubbing the scars of my own disbelief,thinking breath alone could not unravel my pain.How foolish I,with my sharp, cynical mind,believing only the white pillswould loosen the darkness inside me.I still swallow them,those...

wicked thoughts assault my covetyou are in deep with memy mind closes and my eyes openromantic intent cross examins my sexwhen I stand my ground in denialcommiting sexual purgerythe jury is out reviewing the porn of you and I...