O Love, Where Are You Leading Me

I Will Go To The Garden. I Will Be A Romantic. I Will Sell Myself In Hell, In Heaven Also I Will Be.

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me

Hopefully, I Write What I Don't Know.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.

Comes The Time When It's Later And Onto Your Table The Headwaiter Puts The Bill