The Pig’s Arms welcomes Miss Nom de Plume

Am I in your arms – at least in your imagination?

Are your fingers undoing my buttons as your lips caress my neck?

Can you feel my hands under your shirt – caressing your body as they travel downward?

Can you feel me stiffen under your touch as you remove the final barriers?

Can you hear me groan as our bodies become one?

Will the surrounding hills echo S T E P H A N I E?

Well, will they?