When did this happen? She felt like an overcooked porkchop… Where was her essence, flavor or juiciness for life? Curiosity dried up; just a slave to lists, responsibilities and have to’s. When had she last danced a samba naked, wild pulsating heart matching a sultry bassline? Her heart restless and bones dry, she desired passion and tenderness whether in the forest alone or beneath the covers with her lover. She had read in 1 corinthians 12:21 The eye cannot say... Read more