She stalk’s her quarry through the steaming jungles that are F/B. and the like. What young lonesome man could resist taking comfort there. Sowing herself in his young impressionable mind, like a seed in fertile soil. His imagination captured,growing wilder and wilder with each imagined caress. She has what he craves and now she has him. Age is just a number she whispers.
Jealous now of his “younger” admirers, she herself is TRAPPED IN her own lascivious cravings FOR FRESH FLESH.
TO SEE MYSELF AS NOTHING IS WISDOM, TO SEE MYSELF AS EVERYTHING IS LOVE. BETWEEN THESE STATES I MOVE. AN ENGLISH NONE BELIEVER AND DEVOUT CARNIVORE.
Interests: PAINT SHOP PRO, NATURE IN ALL HER GUISES, "FREEDOM OF SPEECH"
"ONIONS ARE BABY MOONS WRAPPED UP IN BROWN PAPER".