the wind is cold and blustery but the crook of her arm is warm and the shadows she speaks and the light on her face: the setting of a simmering sun; the depth of her eyes when she smiles like i'm the only one in the world yes, she speaks softly and painlessly with purposeful carress and the snap of the wind by the waterside is nothing compared to the fire she fans so flawlessly in me. she defends me sharply and i lose control; i stumble, melting, but she holds to me tightly and the melting is long done. our games are like skewers. i feel as though i'd give anything to never let go of her arm, to take this moment and freeze it to abandon all hopes of something better and live forever in our walk by the pier. bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
