-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wild Flowers in Deep WaterI could talk the days and nights away....
And she listens.
I smile until my face hurts
And she smiles more... so I do, too.
She speaks and I want to hear... love to hear...
Gentle, graceful spirit... kind-hearted one...
While sensual, powerful, erotic.
Fire and cool water in a single vessel.
And every taste of her is like the first...
What's a poor boy to do?
Give up, sonny, you've met your match.
Wild Flowers in Deep Water
More sure of herself every passing week....
So glad to know it,
be near her
This thing, both complicated and simple beyond belief.
Wild Flowers in Deep, Deep Water