She slides across the floor. Puts her head on his shoulders. His eyes search for the door. Even as he pulls her closer She is a raging beauty. He writes I love you truly. In lipstick on her mirro
Off the coast of argentina. where no man has ever travelled. is a dark uncharted island. where exists a tribe of women. and they're all beautiful and voluptuous hollywood starlets. . And they we
I had this image of you. You had this image of me. And your image would talk to my image. And my image would talk to your image. And somewhere along the way. Our image sort of let each other down
You never said it was a bed of roses. But you never said it was a bed of nails. You never told me 'bout the rubber hoses. Or how unsteady were the justice scales. . I need the wild truth. . On
I stand and tremble in the driving rain. While your love rages like a hurricane. . I can't break the silence as you still the wind. But I can hear you breathing underneath my skin. . I am relent
She seemed to appear. A sultry baggage of about nineteen. She said her name was. Daisy buchanan and it might have been. Her eyes were limpid pools. Her mouth a scarlet wound. . She strolled thr
I went Euromad out on the road last fall. Between the Roman churches and the German music halls. Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery. I might have never got this far, it would be al
