A thought for the day from: Peter Britt
"In deepest night she comes. She is darkness, dressed in an undeniable flesh. She reproves resistance with sensuality. Her lips subdue all embattlement with little effort. She, the caller of a lustful cry and her screams carry me from reality. I make no pretense to my desire, it becomes the dreams which haunt me where none can see and but she, can follow. She is truest lust as none other, and I leap to this fate, freely, willingly. She leads me to the abyss with genuine desire, and I must follow, I must."
© 1999-2007 Peter Britt Krystal Vision Productions
