Happy Birthday to the one i adore, the love she
has for me, there can be no more. Her body so exquisite and delicate, lovable yet with edicate. My tongue awiats her kiss that I miss, a sign that i can be in love like this. With each passing night I fret from calling, to hear her voice lies a choice. To stay with her for an extra minute or leave in fear of losing the bond that we formed. If chance be, I am spiteful for fate to take conrtol of our lives as a whole neither to wonder for another soul. If love is her i am in it, and if she is paper i have felt it, if perfume is she then that is me, if there was a another way to say this would be it. Happy Birthday!!!

***Digital Camera Pic not a Pro Pic***
I was getting ready......freezing cold, did it anyway. thanx dante you ASS^%#.....and to stephanie for this kodak pic.