I'm A Daughter Of A Minister And

In Our Minds, Love And Lust Are Really Separated. It's Hard To Find Someone That Can Be Kind And You Can Trust Enough To Leave Your Kids With, And Isn't Afraid To Throw Her Man Up Against The Wall And Lick Him From Head To Toe.

It Took The Love Of A Good Man [to Heal]. When I Was Reverting Back Into My, Let's Say, Perversions, He Would Say: 'let's Go Get An Ice Cream. I Am Not Going To Enable You. If You Can Only Come As A Wanton Woman For Hire, Because You Feel Dirty And Shamed, Then No. Women Are Goddesses.' And I Know That And I Believe That. I Chose A Man Who Believed That, Too.

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.

Your Apocalypse Was Fab.

I Like Cosy, Intimate Houses.