This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 1615120005000 at 1615120005000
Of what do you ever get more than a taste? Things you get a touch of, and a touch is more. The things you get a touch and a taste of are what you get more of than a taste. Like with Christel in her car in Seattle, the bucket seat reclined, our necks bent way back, our throats presented for cutting, but the kiss instead. With a touch comes a person. Thats the problem. And the less you try to hog that person for yourself, the better off you are.