“On Sunday night and again on Tuesday we were both out of bed, exploring and listening. We had begun to distrust the… — Dorothy Macardle Copy Share Image
EVERY TIME MY PHONE RINGS I KNOW THAT ITS YOU BECAUSE MY SENSES CAN FEEL YOU — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A song is that touched deep my heart, give orgasm to my senses.. and I feel like climbing up the hill and… — Himmilicious Copy Share Image
Your car, comfort though it be, this little den and dining room on wheels, is a prison that deadens your senses, and… — Garrison Keillor Copy Share Image
