There’s a lot of pretty girls but somehow or another I have avoided the bed… yet with just one bite and there is an itch begging to be scratched. Love Bug… I want a girl that wants all of me not just a taste but how long can I go without scratching?

You know how to push my buttons.

Everything is there for the taking.

Poem.

Head or tail, it’s still a coin.

A funny childhood memory of stag beetles.

All that matters for the captive Maria is her next meal.

You have left a bitter taste in my mouth.

I am failing to recognise any usefullness in you.

Some women are so strong.