A man before me reaches for the woman he is.No need for liars of light -- lamps or lanterns.He knows I alone will show faithfully his beauty.He will r...ward me with shuddering tears of joy.I am the centre of his cloistered life.Every night he decorates himself for me alone.In me, a pock faced middle-aged man becomes a young girl.Day after day, night after night, I bring peace to the troubled.***"An Argument Between Body and Soul" -->Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew. Both of her teenage suitors had been long on enthusiasm and short on experience. They’d coaxed her up to a point of receptiveness and once she’d allowed them to satisfy themselves, she was left unfulfilled and frustrated. Janet wasn’t even sure if George was a good lover. She really only had the two awkward teenage suitors to compare him with. It was usually enjoyable when they had sex, but she certainly never saw any fireworks. Her orgasms with George, whenever she was able to have one, were. When Jessica could feel the sharp tip of the spit touch her cervix she knew. OH NO its not gonna stop she closed her eyes in fear and waited for whatever was to happen to her. Fearing the worst as the machine suddenly came to a stop just before the sharp point entered her cervix, trying to look behind her to see why the machine stopped but she couldnt turn her neck since the clamp around her neck was too tight to allow any movement. So Jessica I see you found my Jessica came a voice from behind. .. they're situated in just the right place -- not too high or too low. Your nipples are just right -- not too big and not too small ... not too long and not too short. I love the brown color. Most of all I love that they're yours."He grasped both her breasts, caressing them outward and upward and stroking her nipples and areolas. "Mmm," she said. "You have such a nice touch." As he fondled her breasts she began making soft moans in the back of her throat."I also love how you sing to me."He.