He has got this aura that surrounds his lovely frame
And I so desperately want him to open up my head
I want to let him drag his fingers through every curve and bend of my mind
I want to feel his kind touch
If he was to organize this mess of mind into a beautiful symphony
maybe
I might find the words that would make him immortal
Woman's Work
We keep aiming for immortal and end with mortal anyhow. I'm thinking Captain Hunt of Adromedea, Tier Anastasi, or that drink of water on . . . you get ma drift - Try as we would, we can not remake men and they can not re-mold us, we must do this for ourselves or it doesn't last ~~A~~