I Can’t Think. I Can’t Work Or

I Want Love And I Won't Settle For Less

I Flipped The Good Doctor The Bird. Snorting, Gideon Caught My Hand And Pulled Me Back Down The Hall. "what Is It With You And Giving People The Finger?" "what? It's A Classic.

One Day At A Time. You Rise, You Eat, You Bathe, And You Talk To The Few People You Can Tolerate While Feeling So Wretched. Over Time, It Hurts A Little Less. Then A Little Less. And So On...until One Morning, You Will Awake And Realize The Pain Is Only A Memory. It Will Always Be With You, But It Will Eventually Lack The Power To Cripple You.

The World Would See The Beauty Of The Packaging, But Only I Knew The Man Inside It And How Precious He Was. His Intimate Smiles And His Deep Husky Laugh, The Gentleness Of His Touch And The Ferocity Of His Passion Were All Reserved For Me.

Your Craving Should Be For Me, Angel, Not An Orgasm. For My Body, My Hands. Eventually, You Won't Be Able To Come Without My Skin Touching Yours.