Adding Reply Archived Topic: It will not be bumped to the top of the forum. Topic Serve To Please Membername   Not a member? Sign Up Free (takes 20 seconds) Password   Forgotten your password? Post Font: Verdana Arial Black Georgia Comic Sans Impact   Size: Tiny Normal Big Huge   Color: Default Dark Red Red Orange Brown Green Olive Cyan Blue Dark Blue Indigo Black [ Check Spelling ] [ Post Preview ] [ LiveTags ] FAQ Keyword Search: Post Options Favorites Manager Notify me of new replies to this topic by email Notify me of new replies to this topic by private message Original Post La Motta Posted at 4:06 pm on May 17, 2008 He is anticipating. The smell of her hair, her breath and yet He cannot peel his eyes from her nails. The constant clicking, a threat of her scratch. He is anticipating. She is delighted. His obedience, his calamity nd his too-small sweater She lifts her head from the mirror, her senses heightened. His snivellng should garner pity, yet she just snorts. She is delighted. To behave that way. He is anticipating her love, but The change will have to wait. She is delighted that he cleans her feet.

Replies La Motta Posted at 4:06 pm on May 17, 2008 He is anticipating. The smell of her hair, her breath and yet He cannot peel his eyes from her nails. The constant clicking, a threat of her scratch. He is anticipating. She is delighted. His obedience, his calamity nd his too-small sweater She lifts her head from the mirror, her senses heightened. His snivellng should garner pity, yet she just snorts. She is delighted. To behave that way. He is anticipating her love, but The change will have to wait. She is delighted that he cleans her feet.