I'm setting here writing to the winds of change.
Hoping that the wind of change will be kind to an old man drifting away with age. Always looking for the one who can help with the lonliness that wieghts heavy on my mind and my heart. I always look for the fun and happiness that I once had,
But I feel like all I am doing is talking to the winds.
There's no rest for the wicked when your hunger over powers your thirst for lust. But to many there is two types of being horny. There's the horny for a sexy woman to fill hunger to hold and to fuck or make love to, And there's the lust for taste of warm blood sliding over your tongue and slowly making it way down your throat as though it'

s rich dark chocolate quinching your thirts and your lust for blood.