My Writing Style Is Very Sensual, As

Power Makes You A Monarch, And All The Fancy Robes In The World Won't Do The Job Without It.

Silk Didn't Care If It Slid Over Scars Or Smooth, Untouched Skin. I'd Earned My Right To Be Paranoid.

If I'd Been Easily Discouraged, I Could Have Been A One-hit Wonder

Maybe They Know What I Know, That The True Way To A Man's Heart Is Six Inches Of Metal Between His Ribs. Sometimes Four Inches Will Do The Job, But To Be Really Sure, I Like To Have Six.

I Will Go To My Grave Seeing The Look On Your Face At The Last. Keep It Up And You'll Go Sooner Than Later.