Eros smiles seductively
and takes the seat next
to mine.
He caresses my thigh
and whispers a filthy
secret: to know him
is telling
in a thousand
unspeakable
ways.
(c) Rob Goldstein November 5, 1985
Eros smiles seductively
and takes the seat next
to mine.
He caresses my thigh
and whispers a filthy
secret: to know him
is telling
in a thousand
unspeakable
ways.
(c) Rob Goldstein November 5, 1985
Life's too short not to be Irish!
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