Big starry eyesShow midnight skiesSo full of dreamsOh how her heart beamsMy heart pitter patters‘Tis me who mattersHow can it beI just loved thee?A high school crushTurns me to mushThose big brown eyesAre full of our skiesTo love and to playEvery dayTwo kids on the beachAlways in reachThose big brown eyesNow fill my eyesWith tears of sweet joyYou know, I’m the boyWhose heart pitter pattersTheir every move mattersThey dart...

For awhile now, I've been thinking about sharing one of my favorite sexual memories. It might not be the most erotic thing I've ever done, but it was one in which everything just seemed to unfold perfectly, creating an experience that still leaves me feeling a little wet every time I think about it.  It started out being a typical Thursday, and my mind roamed over the mundane concerns of everyday life. Truthfully, had I a...