First project :

Idle hands, reaching out.
Eight fingers,
Longing to touch. Communication.

They feel you,
In the darkness;
They whisper dreams; fantasies,

and,

Golden Harrows,
Where lovers lie...

Let me entertain you. Play-time,
Never seems to end,
When Idle
hands
are

At Work.

Welcome to my Workshop,
Love,
Dat Guy.