A score of dripping satisfaction
quenches a parched heart;
She steeps herself in my waters,
ripples following the start.
Cascading from crest to uncharted depths,
Each drop on cheek and sensuous steps,
Waves of her love flow into me,
and do not recede.
(C) Jheric A. Saracho
June 19, 2005
I never think of the future - it comes soon enough. - Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
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