He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.
The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, 'I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less tha...
Females in general are embodiment of alluring mysteries that is beyond mortal capacity to decipher or understand.
There is nothing more attractive than confidence, once she sees her own beauty, everyone else will.
There is nothing more stimulating to the senses than that of a female body freshly emerged from a steaming hot shower, bathed in oils and feminine scents... well nothing except maybe a freshly opened...