Love me, sexy because of my mystery. You don't need to know me, you just need to love me more.
Love me, no reason, for mystery and hard-to-extricate sex, for the courage to recklessly, for the more I love, the deeper the panic, for my gentleness in the sun, for my more and more lingering love for you, for not being let down Body and youth. I like to put the rose brooch on my sweater in autumn. I said this is the bloody rose of the Nightingale that Wilde saw. You don't need to understand how much I admire his decadence in my heart.
View more about Bad Timing: A Sensual Obsession reviews
