crooked unhinged my path yesterday morning was not straight or direct. at the end of that path i found a beautiful picture. 150317 ... rubydee He knocked something in my brain sideways The way he grabbed me (again), his hand guiding mine to his erect cock barely camouflaged by thinnish linen pants on an Appalachian November night. He’s been chasing me with his eyes all week, with his hands whenever I am in striking distance. Behind doors, in the shadows of the deep night behind the shrubbery, away from the trees with eyes and the neighbor’s ability to pry. 251115 what's it to you? who go blather from