Come, quiet soul, into the light,
Where shadows wrestle day and night.
Not to own, not to devour,
But to understand the weight of power.
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April, such a romantic poem...............................
i don't think Bernard F. A. gets the idea here. (see his comment) dominance is your game. do you ever feel some shame? No? that's ok, get out your whip, and i'll nibble on your lowest lower lip. hee-hee. bri :)