is the sediment that I have been trying (rather unsucessfully) get acrossed. He is never satisfied because the masculine feeling he gets out of our sexual encounters is fleeting and yet he craves it. If that sense of manliness came from within, our sex life would look radically different than it does now.
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"
