EVER WONDER ABOUT DECISION MAKING IN LOVE MAKING....
Choices She runs through the dark, seeking solace and comfort, Er she turns, she is used and abused, her self worth and dignity tattered, She knows that she can not stand alone, and would seek consort, Her precious coin of youth spent long ago, yet she is still comely, Hers is a gentle soul, soaring... Sign in to see full entry.