He told me he loved to read and pray. From that moment forth I'd never look at him quite the same. I'd always remember him, and I usually didn't remember them- with the long nights of passionless conversation. Lips licked and my girsl erect, I'd tell myself to keep my feelings in check. But no- not him, this one was willing to lunge in tongue first with - with his spoken words. Kissing me on th base of my cerebrum, causing my hypothalamus to be awakened from its winter slumber...and I wonder if he realizes that- I dream about him each and every nite!