A Valid Argument
My fingers, like messengers, carry my every intention down between your soft tender thighs. Like spiders they want the Fly nuzzled in the moist flower in the valley of my heaven. He says I just want to fuck her but he doesn’t give me enough credit. Don’t we all have our own Idea of what heaven is like? His is in her arms with as short a distance possible between their hearts, and mine Is In the silky, wet, sea of dreams worshiping her pearl. Of course I would be protective over a jewel like hers.