Coming To Grips With Being

I’d Heard You Were Dead.” "i Heard You Wear A Red Lace Corset,” I Said Matter-of-factly. “but I Don’t Believe Every Bit Of Nonsense That Gets Rumored About.

I Learned To Love The Feel Of Good Words.

It Gets Tiresome Being Spoken To As If You Are A Child, Even If You Happen To Be One.

Good Lord Woman. If I Had Tits Like Yours I'd Own Half The World By Now.

You Know, I Could Have Carried You.