yossimtl:
TRIGGERMAN, or, 'twas the twilight before gregorian celebrations of birth, and having drunk my fill, still lonesome for her, my beloved, dearly departed...what shall i do in the cold of night?
yossimtl:
AND SHE BECKONS: "Unclutter your mouth and lips! Lay bare-faced and reveal to me the smooth of cheek and chin!"