http://slow.writerscafe.org/19Spike65 The original writings of author Spike en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776141845 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I saw something today that made me think of the tenThecten were a group of wild young menThen the tears Rolled forth in a hurryCausing the words to quickly go blurry We were hellions that could not be tamed We all had big dreams of riches and fameThe few that gained fame it was like a do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/19Spike65/1951368/ The morning sun rises and gently slips inWarming and caressing your alabaster skinsoftly kiss down your back as you awake from your angelic restyour hips start to rise pressing your a*s into my chestmy hand slips down across your hipsfeels like feathers cause its just my finger tips you feel my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/19Spike65/1950811/