by Tomorrow's Man
November 12, 2004
I miss my velvety moods, my days when I felt like port wine in the throat of a red-haired siren, I miss hours spent in a film of happy solitude and sudden irreverence at the mercy of a woman's spidery grasp, I miss knowing I am loved drop to drop, drip to drip, and beat to beat as I live to serenade someone so worthy.