Before I Could Stop Myself,

She Likes You, She Just Doesn't Understand You.

I Wanted To Imprint His Touch, His Taste, Even The Scent Of Him So Solidly Inside Me That No One Could Take Them Away From Me.

Being Nice? He’s Being Horny.

Hey Now, None Of That. You Know I Don't Have One Evil Bone In My Body. Only Two Hundred And Six Of Them?

How Warm I Feel. How Icredibly Alive And Vibrant And Heedless Every Last Inch Of Me Feels Next To You.