What is this bastard phrase we name 'luv?'
For many it seems a shorthand in typing 'love.'
Yet I have made it a moniker of the blending of 'love' and 'lust.' In my life, I had 'love' but 'love' did not always have my mate. Then the lust of my loins would take the best of me and make me animal… not bad for the short run… but almost always a disaster in the long run. I want to tame my panther into a lovable kitty. In this 'luv' I will need to have my she-mate understand that I want both worlds. But I fear this conquest will get the best of me. I am not in control. Yet I need to tame one part to get the second part . . . Lord have mercy!
SCRAPPER