Like a junkie after a fix I am back here again.
Longings so intense my body trembles with wanting.
The need so great I can hardly stand straight.
Why do I torture myself this way?
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I really liked this, such yearning and submission. I have written poem called Cruise Control which is simular to this but not as profound as this, but I think you would enjoy it and I would like to know what you think of it :)
Tiffny: Having recently returned to Maryland from Guyana, this fascinated me. I half expected it to reveal in the end the demon 'Rum'. Please read some of mine. I did write one when I was there called Guyana Voices. I was there for three months staying on the West Band Demerara. Adeline Foster
Beautiful..really wow your needs wiil never be satisfied in one nite sorry... your passion is to great