Here we are with another post. Seems like these are just coming faster and faster. Love is a many sploogy thing. I really don't know what to think of some of these things sometimes. 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... Well, this is what you came here for right. Click on through for the rest.