George-WillisIII

Dedicated to the one that made me whole upon contact, the one I never dreamed could complete my soul and fulfill my needs. Decked with these less appealing notes as struck me blankly and with irate, banal imagery, this with thoughts of my latest plans, my last visit with the lady, and my contemplations of death and the moribund or deceased, I approached her house. My heart was low in my abdomen, my feet irrepressible, as I encroached upon her domicile. Thus I would not dismiss my misgivings, my feelings of misfortune, or unfortunate expiration, especially given the circumstance, my environment prolific of such worries as those that arose wit

To let the individual I dream about know I do and to show this person that I care I thus similarly dedicate this.    Her lips moved and her larynx worked, but as I watched her I could think of no better use for her abilities than could be stipulated to one of these attributes, anyway. Then her voice, were her head upon my thigh and she spoke, teeth near enough to graze the flesh thereof, her voice would stir my flesh in a rumble of its force felt upon my skin. The tissue would tingle at the motion of her breath and my heart would shrink with appreciation at the engaging contact of air and tremor upon my lower regions and I would involuntari

Dedicated to the most imaginative creature I have ever known, in human or animal form and to the inspiration he generates that is additional incentive to my existence. It were lost to me—yes, such affection as I required seemed to be the optimal impossible pursuit. Therefore I was shaken of all my spiritual convictions, broken, again, as if I existed to parallel the tragic rejections as had Wren and Randal come to. Whether by design or through more mysterious means, a thing can deplete its resources on its own, with never a preventative measure set in place against it to check it, none apparent, never an inhibiting devise about to tax

Dedicated to an individual who I can never forget, someone I will never forget and could never forget. I was less than elated that Randal was so broken up; consequently, when what would have been a crushing blow to me occurred, I had had taste enough of such recent dejection of a kind so debilitating that I was partly prepared. Well, I was in part already somewhat precarious and apprehensive in a similar enough emotional arena, hence my occupation with such matters of the heart in general set me at less of a disadvantage than I might have been otherwise, if so, that when I was sobered by a depressing, or, to me, crippling event was I of a st