Quote: I look back at all the people I had 'just sex' with. In my mind, it is nothing more than a pile of a thousand limp naked bodies in a glass cube. I can find no definition for anything in it. It is as empty as a fart, the only briefly lingering substance of it being a regrettable stench.
My goodness, NOP, I never would have taken you for a sexual cynic.
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
