Driving At The Speed Limit--hideous Thought.

Bring On The Shackles - I'm Your Prisoner

Mostly I Dream About Being With You Forever.

He Was Right – She Was Beating Herself Up About Hurting His Feelings. The Girl Was A Classic Martyr. She’d Totally Been Born In The Wrong Century. She Should Have Lived Back When She Could Have Gotten Herself Fed To Some Lions For A Good Cause.

He Sparked On His Body That Reflect Like Mini Mirrors Of Diamond

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.