(Press the key!  Make it work for you as a silent slave or ardent lover would - and, as you know - more than willingly.) Girl, are you deaf or do you always want to have the upper hand, palm...

we were sat upon once grass awaiting the season laden with  glittering gold, brass beautiful an' copper glints an' glow as  a falling star  - searching fora  haven stronger than canvas..   dipped, paused, looked left then right, ahead an' behind ..   was a...