Gentle He Would Be, Denied He Would

Bedding Her Could Be Anything From Tenderness To Riot, But To Take Her When She Was A Bit The Worse For Drink Was Always A Particular Delight. Intoxicated, She Took Less Care For Him Than Usual; Abandoned And Oblivious To All But Her Own Pleasure, She Would Rake Him, Bite Him - And Beg Him To Serve Her So, As Well. He Loved The Feeling Of Power In It, The Tantalizing Choice Between Joining Her At Once In Animal Lust, Or Of Holding Himself-for A Time- In Check, So As To Drive Her At His Whim.

Lord That She Might Be Safe. She And My Children.

The Past Is Gone-the Future Is Not Come. And We Are Here Together, You And I.

Knowing That Everything Is Possible Suddenly Nothing Is Necessary.

He's A Man...and That's No Small Thing To Be.