And We Loved (An Erotic Poem)
She woke me with her mouth I stirred Growing in that moist embrace Hardening in the moment Finding her desire in my own. She took me to her sacred places I followed Trusting in […]
Erotic writing
She woke me with her mouth I stirred Growing in that moist embrace Hardening in the moment Finding her desire in my own. She took me to her sacred places I followed Trusting in […]
See, when see that picture of God as an old man with a rod in his hand, I often think that God isn’t the old man at all. God is the rod. The old man simply knows how to use it, and for that knowledge he gets painted all over the world and is worshiped as beyond measure. So, learn how to use the rod my friends and be worshiped. Not by the world, but by YOUR world. Her. The woman. The one who shows you who you are when no one else can.