Her doe eyes,Her Bambi face,Fawning up at me,From where she's stationed,On her knees,Mouth wide open,Tongue curled to captureThe rain to come,She is t...o youngTo be afraid of anyoneBut the man of her dreams.When her period shall end her reverie,She shall taste the saltySemen unfurling against her teethAnd lips, sipping every drop of it,The wriggling spermThat should be his.PRISM PASSIONMake no mistake,The penis is a snakeThat can't be charmed.Don't be alarmed;Its poison, though venomous,Seldom. And looked ... carried and looked. The interior was truly messy but nothing looked ... damaged.The first thing she did was hand me a book. It was about 700 pages thick. Bound in nice leather, it came with a waterproof case, several ballpoints and several sharp pencils."Read that," she said."Mom." Just read it. She insisted.I opened it to page one.Rules of the Sea on the cover and page one.I leafed to page two.Page two. Rule Number 1: The Captain is in command.I turned the page.Page Three. Rule. She stared at it for a few minutes before actually writing anything. Guilt ridden, she wrote these words: I am a slave to the pain and taste, feel and touch of sex. I breathe humiliation being thrust upon me like a child being chastised. Will the Lord ever forgive me for this habitual transgression – this lust of the flesh? I feel as though I can’t shake it. Every time I think I want to let it go, I give in and give up and let the pain, not the dominant, act as my master. Will this internal. “Something wrong, Mr. Ward?” she asked. When my eyes met hers she was smiling. She began walking toward me and I met her halfway. “I’m sorry to stare; I just never saw someone practically naked gardening in the rain,” I explained. “First of all, I’m not naked, and pulling weeds is easier when the ground is wet and soft.” She countered. “Excellent point,” I answered. “How have you been doing, Ariel?” She frowned and pouted as she explained. “I’m so tired of dating guys who take advantage of.