The Hold
The Hold. My shipped mate — the swarthy book an’ ear, Nine tails whip from slide to schlong, Cat’s tongue-tied, …
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From Fear to Eternity (Or: The Ballad of Elsie & Jack)
At last the time had come, to bridge a vast and curious gap, One thousand miles its span, two paramours …
The Plan
A warm offering from Esme for V-day, one which has some elements of the following within: Everyone should have the …
A Figure of Fate . . .
To formulate upon your plate The needed state to deviate From what would otherwise be your fate Don’t hesitate — …
Measure For Measure . . . What’s Your Pleasure?
“Sometimes the wish to kill you is As precious to me as the undeniable Fantastical facets opened up by, of, …
