Dearest Sillies of the Most Silly,
This one took years. August has no holidays, and it fails to inspire me. Heck, I'm no fan. The hottest month of all deserves mention, though.
So yeah, this gal completed an August poem, and thus a full calendar year's worth of erotica, just on time for 8/1/26.
Please enjoy.
Stay cool and hot in ONLY the most pleasurable of ways.
Love you, my Sillies.
P.S. Sorry about Martha. She won't stay away.

