oh yes, yes, i knew richard

dear man. dear, dear man. he'd grasp my hands and my skin would fold in his folds, as it were, and is in the retelling, sooth. he'd stare at me with his dark, light, black, white blue eyes and scream the names of all the gods in my ear, but in a whisper. lust. yes, i lusted then, lusty lust lusted. i lusted again in 1994, i believe. but he was such a warm man, such a nice, warm, tremendously gabardine filling man