That silence is more profound after noise still wants the confirmation of science. But that loneliness is more apparent directly after one has been made love to, many women would take their oath.

“A wild, wick slip she was”

“Submit to me."So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, …”

“Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day witho…”

“I am one who will force himself to desert these windy and moonlit territories, …”