Like a 9-lb Hammer
I can see, through bliss-blurred eyes, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, feel the tremble in his biceps, hear the raggedness of his breathing; the vestiges of control are… Read more »
I can see, through bliss-blurred eyes, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, feel the tremble in his biceps, hear the raggedness of his breathing; the vestiges of control are… Read more »