His touch is my only release; he is gasoline and my body is a fire alarm I should heed the warning my head is screaming Yet, I succumb to his kiss, his eyes, his body again.
**This piece was written years ago** There was a radio piece done by Howard Stern in 2004 that I heard about a while back; Donald Trump was his Guest. On this particular show Howard and Donald agreed-hands down that deeply troubled women made the best lovers. They discussed how they came to this conclusion. Here… Continue reading Grave Robbers and the Women who Fuck/Love Them