Seems I am always ready to begin whether I lose, draw or win

To balm and bless the senses, go deep into the forest, as swaying limbs of timber serenade their eternal breaths    of splendor..Venturing amongst wildflowers and weeds of kaleidoscopic colors, and lush verdant green.. Finding rest against the enduring...

Sometimes, When it is late at night, You claw your way back into my mind. I am twenty three now, almost the age you were, when you sought me out. Even though i'd only just turned thirteen. I'm twenty...

(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...