Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart
We kissed, then, and the ardour of her kiss stole my breath away. I returned her passion with all the fervor I possessed. A lifetime of vows and heart-felt disciplines had prepared me well, for in that kiss I sealed with all my soul the fate before me, embracing a mystery clothed in warm and yielding female flesh. Holding only the moment, with neither thought nor care for the future, I kissed her, and drank deep the strong wine of desire.
Words are worth little when the heart refuses to hear. Therefore, judge us by our works.
