They Say That At The Mountain Pass

Words Have Weight, Something Once Said Cannot Be Unsaid. Meaning Is Like A Stone Dropped Into A Pool; The Ripples Will Spread And You Cannot Know What Back They Wash Against.

And – I Think You Know, Don’t You? – That I Love You, Anne.’ I Feel As If I Have Been Living In A Loveless World For Too Long. The Last Tender Face I Saw Was My Father’s When He Sailed For England. ‘you Do? Truly?’ ‘i Do.’ He Rises To His Feet And Pulls Me Up To Stand Beside Him. My Chin Comes To His Shoulder, We Are Both Dainty, Long-limbed, Coltish: Well-matched. I Turn My Face Into His Jacket. ‘will You Marry Me?’ He Whispers. ‘yes,’ I Say.

I Put The Charm Bracelet Away In The Purse And Return It To My Jewel Case. I Don't Need A Spell To Foresee The Future; I Am Going To Make It Happen.

Good God What Men Can Do To Their Brains When Their Cocks Are Hard.

Sometimes You Cannot Help What You Hear, You Cannot Help What You See.