yes, darling, whatever you say, of course, whatever you want, a socialist party in a gay bar, alcohol, no alcohol, large, small, anything ...
your mouth is so beautiful when you purse your lips to make those pretty, little noises, what are they called again?
ah, yes... words
you see how scrupulously honest i am?
it goes a little like this... <tunes guitar>
'yo soy un hombre sincero
de donde crecen las palmas
yo soy un hombre sincero
de donde crecen las palmas
y antes de morirme quiero
echar mis versos del alma
guantanamera!
guajira! guantanamera!
guantanamera!
guajira! guantanamera!
thank you, my sweet, mia rosa blanca...
have you ever had a one-night stand that was so intense it was like an entire relationship from first kiss to acrimonious divorce?