My body has been craving the attention of a man. Perhaps my motherly instincts are in dier need of a child to behold. I've had dreams of birth, of labor, of the beauty and pain they both behold. But even more than that the covers are calling my lonely name. I need kissing, sweating, moaning, breathing deeply. I need the grasp and release of a bedsheet. I need a passionate exchange of two physical beings wrapped up in one emotional chaos...
