See Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face. — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
“Let me make love to ye.” “No…” “Aye,” he said, and his hand lifted the damp gown so he could touch her smooth skin. Her softness made him groan. He touched her gently, insane with wanting. “Ye are denying everything… — Elaine Coffman Copy Share Image
