Visions of the past,when I was whole,when I was myself,the way I wasin the past. The flesh is succulentand moist,and tender to the touch,and the way is soft and sweet,as it was in the past.I have the visionoften,but not often enough,of when I was myself,the way I was in the past. Visions of the past,when I could Ankara Escort grow,when I was myself,the way I wasin the past. It changed with the change,the tender ministrationsof surgeons,probing,correcting,healing,but leaving the difference fromthe way Sincan Escort I wasin the past. My past is her present,as she lives the daysof lust unleashed,giving,always giving,so my past will becomeour present,as it wasin the past. And my mind cries Etlik Escort out silentlywith needand visionsof the past,the way she opensand offers to methe memoriesof lust unleashed. My past grows in my memory,and my visionneeds the touch of a passionate lover,undemanding,seeking my best,our best,seeking the wayit wasin the past. Power held in the delicate handsof love,to change,to transform,to create the memoryand the realityof a fervor,as it wasin the past. It may never be the same,as my visionof what was before,but love,true love,never dieswhen it is held in the delicate handsof the one who livesfor you,for me as I am,and as I wasin the past.