the_world_love_has_yet_to_know fyn gula "i'm cold," he says, and these two words are like the keys to start an engine or open a lock, to work the magic, to bring the quiet, forbidden, hidden warmth. it's the best thing, an invitation to a slumber party, such a beautiful feeling in the dark. "be my guide." he says under his breath. she takes his hand. "show me where to go, lead me to the permitted land. don't ever change, before the sun rises to show me this mess we're in." he can't look, only touch, closing his eyes, accidently reaching his destination. in position, in place, waiting. how far? stop him. he is a monster. free him. he is your god. bringing the sweetest fragrance you have ever inhaled. in the place they have met, he has felt acceptance and until rejection, it is the world love has yet to know. 010207 what's it to you? who go blather from