Casanova

circa 2002-2003

Undying love for the opposite sex.

Smitten over women that have such wondrous beauty.

Cherishing their fragrant scents that they exude round me.

Lusting for their exquisite bodily demands.

Giving them pleasure beyond their ecstacy-filled fantasies.

Caressing their smooth, silky skin, color is irrelevant.

Hearing their sounds of satisfaction is like music to my ears.

Running my hands through their hair soft as a gentle kiss & long as a

flowing stream.

Lips tender as touching a pink rose.

Yearning for their bodily dimensions is something I live for.