Your voice is the spicy, first note of an unending symphony Your breath, the wet nectar of wine Your neck, is the scent of salt and sand Your mouth, soft, pink taffy tattooed to my breast Your dream is mine and there will always be time for more
10/25/2003
Very nice love poem Les....Charlie
the font goes so well with the context of this piece.
Passionate and playful. Great images that are delicious and well-timed. :)
