Your text goes here. I asked of her, how shall your raindrops fall when I am not around? She smiled and said, They shall fall in earnest when you are far from me. I smiled and stated, That is a pleasing answer, my lover, and tell me the reason of this. She laughed and spit, It is a pleasing reality, as the hail of your fists shall not reach me any longer. I stopped smiling. She stopped laughing. I chuckled, But dearest, you should have held back on your answer. My caravan was delayed. Now we have so much time together.
I do not bruise your skin to mark you to me to the outer world. I only pray that every swollen lip and broken rib can somehow turn inward and make me to you. The harder I hit, the more you seem to glide away when your eyes roll back. It frustrates me dearest...
Oh, we can't have you faint. Sorry, I smile, I forgot what boots I was wearing today.
As I was saying, and I am far from being out of breathe, when you leave me when are most intimate like this, I am saddened. Maybe this time.. No no...stay awake..This is important. Come now..here, I moved the blood from your eye onto your chin. Better now? Yes. Maybe this time, hmm, I'm breaking a sweat now, maybe this time.. The marks will go inside.
The Treatise on Uterine Fury
I'll be here sporadically folks, don't pant too hard with longing.
==It's pretty much all friends-only and private. I'd suggest getting friendly. It's too spicey not to.==