SAMPLES
"My, what a busy boy you’ve been," she said, pulling him close. The introductions were over. The band had returned, filled with a second wind. But since he didn't know his tito from his puente, it was all just loud horns and drums - blaring horns and pounding drums. The line of women began to circle them like a snake coiling. To read a full accounting of Sheldon's misadventures you must click here.
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A Psalm for the Nervous Virgin during the Cab Ride over to His Place than our finally dead father's fists, bracing for another of daddy's midnight entries, now only memories as faded as the stains on twenty-year-old sheets. Rejoice. Open your mouth and sing. Let your bud blossom inward. Let it make way for the stamen, pistil, and tuberous stem ofat last!another man's flower, down to that tightening bulb of skin and exposed roots. Rejoice. For if you open your mouth, we both shall sing.
I never did find that brand of tobacco, or boys, that ol' Kit Marlowe swore by kept burning in his mouth till he died at 28, a Cyclops, a Titan, spilled out on some bar room floor along with the ashes and ale. All the ones I've tried never quite ignite only the storm clouds of smoke which flower whenever you put flame to something so green.
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