Yes Bradley. The Pert, Firm Glutes Are Exactly Where You Left Them.

Song 8: link


I remember being in your arms,
But it is not you or me I remember.
It is my arms,
Remembering your arms.

His hands, his eyes.
                        Her skin, her lips.
The single candle illuminating the house.
                        The cozy warmth of the room.
The texture of his shirt under my hands.
                        The...

Song 7: link


I wouldn't die without love,
But I'd desert my house and land.
I would be, for a while,
Something simple like grass,
And later on be woods.

    “Gwen!” an urgent voice whispers in the dark dank of the dungeons. “Gwen, wake up!”
    Guinevere turns over and sits up on the filthy straw mat. Her eyes show no signs of sleep, only weeping. They are swollen and rimmed with red. “Merlin?” she blinks. She has spent the evening crying and crying and has run out of tears an hour ago.
    Merlin swings the cell door open. “Come...