first came forced confessions cajoled from my lips delineating the 'i don't know what' which had come before followed by lessons to loud cds, hands on hips, feelings taking shape: small, round and hot. but now despair returns anew knowing the act isn't as pure sex with married men fidelity bypass op the future seems a bad thing to do naivety the only cure for this taste i offend - maybe time to stop?
