Her smile brightens the vastness of my prison of
disposition. Only her unequaled touch can prevent me a mortal sin. To her I owe
my egress from a decent toward madness. I hold her heart to my dignity and beg
to remain forever within her ardent sight. Her regard can turn my Spartan
furiousness to Athenian humour, and her nectar’d kisses turn my stale flesh to
rose scented vegetation.
-Johnny V.
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