This cult of feelgood, constant feelgood, has few outcomes. It could be you never listen to anything again, no rocking the boat from the outside. Or it could be you never hear anything again, noticing the boat is rocking. Or it could be you never believe anything again, no knowing the boat is rocking. Rock me, rock my world.
The lines were simple yet suggestive, conjuring the fantasy of that first kiss, the thrill as tips of fingers touched skin, warm, hot, moist skin. Slipping beneath the clothing, constrained, hesitant, but only for a moment and when the alarm did not ring, no siren, just a purring into pure, momentary pleasure, remembered when viewing the drawing, simple lines
The lines were simple yet suggestive, conjuring the fantasy of that first kiss, the thrill as tips of fingers touched skin, warm, hot, moist skin. Slipping beneath the clothing, constrained, hesitant, but only for a moment and when the alarm did not ring, no siren, just a purring into pure, momentary pleasure, remembered when viewing the drawing, simple lines
Hard Cycling
So, round and round we go, but the truth be told not all roundabouts are the same. ...