User talk:Eruve
a post to myself
[edit]if I should sleep with a lady called death get another man with firmer lips ` to take your new mouth in his teeth (hips pumping pleasure into hips).
Seeing how the limp huddling string of your smile over his body squirms kissingly, I will bring you every spring handfuls of little normal worms.
Dress deftly your flesh in stupid stuffs, phrase the immense weapon of your hair. Understanding why his eye laughs, I will bring you every year
something which is worth the whole, an inch of nothing for your soul. - EE Cummings.