Here we are with another post. Seems like these are just coming faster and faster. Love is a many sploogy thing. I don't wanna hold you up from what you really came here for or anything. So here we go. Poetry in motion by Hank Hoffman. Think of it as Pornetry. They're all about rimmin' and rhyme, deep meaning and deeper throat, and they may not know Shakespeare, but they can shake a spear with the best of them. It's Hank Hoffman's Pillow Talk, about all the things we whisper in bed and out, all the sweet nothings that turn into nasty sex and passionate play. Facials? Yes. Anal? Plenty. Even if nothing does rhyme with them... Tell me, really, what else could ya want?!