knights_sleep GibbyPhD Your soul speaks to me in the darkest night, your lips upon my breast feels so right. Your sienna hair so soft as silk, your skin so pure as the purest milk. Eyes of the greenest fields...so vast...so calm... you have the strength of a thousand soldiers within one palm. My sweet caballero, so gentle and kind, your galant spirit is what moves my mind. The pull of my essance towards you is so vast...so deep, that only within your arms is where I long to sleep… 030411 what's it to you? who go blather from