12/19/2005 c1 243Manuel Fajar
Great to read your work again. Wonderful, m.

(5,7,5)

She licks her lips,—once,

Her eyelids flutter,—demure,

I melt like candy.

(5,7,5)

¿What was it she said,—

That moon only soft kisses,—

Love,—all man misses?

(5,7,5)

Red lips sip my scotch,—

Sea breezes and malt distilled,

Searing all heart's doubts.

(5,7,5,5,5)

Nightingale touched down,—

Storm has muddied feathers brown,—

As I watch winds blow,—

Spring delivered rain,

Winter,—snow and hail.

5/7/2005 c1 107Tori Keedah
Very mystifying.I loved it. ^_^-Indigo Cambria.

5/4/2005 c1 Elizabeth Bilberry
nice. it gave me shivers