When I can't pray, I hope -There's someone out there with warm memories of me,Thinking good thoughts, speaking good thingsDreaming sweet dreams about me.When I can't pray, I hope -There's someone out there falling in love with the same moonAnd in her phases she grows and becomes fullIn her brokeness, in the darkness, with a... Continue Reading →
...seeing as Dylan had escaped her mind as soon as Shade's full breasts caught her attention. How was anyone supposed to maintain their cool and composure in the presence of Shade anyway? She nervously wondered as she observed her from the corner of her eye, towering above her like an Amazon warrior. How was anyone really supposed to measure up to her?