A single word often betrays a great design. >>
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whol >>
My only hope lies in my despair. >>
Prudishness is pretense of innocence without innocence. Women have to >>
If you would live innocently, seek solitude. >>
I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust a >>
Now my innocence begins to weigh me down.