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He is one always on the prowl, always searching for the next bodily high, seeking out the next erotic adventure. He gives me promise of a storm that can not be tamed, sugar dripping from his tongue, and a devious spark in his eye. His words are a fanciful muttering, falling on deaf ears. I'm not impressed, as I am a storm to be reckoned with. I have given my filthy deeds. I have climbed, and toppled sexual adventures. I still want more, yes, of course, but I'll not gift my body to one as haughty as a prowler with a promise bigger than his words.



~unknown~