Arm binders...and a bowel of some kind for him to pour your drink into so you can lap it up.
Arm binders...and a bowel of some kind for him to pour your drink into so you can lap it up.
When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound thee
KAHLIL GIBRAN, The Prophet
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