noreenaure
She had silky skin. Or that's what I wish. I'd like to think that's what people want. Of women. Of finer things. To caress a woman with skin of silk. That seems very nice.
I like to think that I'd succeed in life. But then again, who knows. Who knows whether or not they'd succeed in life. Maybe there's just a bigger plan out there for people who succeed. But what happens to people that don't succeed in life? Does everyone want to succeed? I don't think so...