I am the collectorI collect shiny things,  beautiful things,broken things,things that can never be repairedI am the collectorI am your saviorI hold you when you need to be heldThen, when we are doneI will place you on my shelf I am...

I found them both on my room;Her long legs wrapping him up;You could tell,From the blush in her face,That she was in the peak of ecstasy;Cold,I went towards them;«Tell me!»I told her;«Why do you do this?»She saw me straight...

102 degrees does not rival what your eyes convey Trickle of sweat Parched mouth Labored breathing One more thing will sinch my demise “Baby…I miss that mouth.” I’m a puddle.