Tongue in CheekbySilverwolf ©![]() A wispy tail wags Above my nose Above the bud as well that smells not of the rose itself above the bud whereon my tounge does go As winters wind does cry I think "Oh, let it snow" For I'm content to warm my self with my lovers liquid flow "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |