For Deliah

Monday, May. 26, 2003 ~ 7:30 AM

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It is almost Samsonian, the weakness I have for enchanting women.

Gold shimmer of green hued eyes batting over soft full lips. Steel grey eyes like linings behind long silvered hair that weaves itself into my dreams at night. Minds that find their home in the mouths that speak theatre and Faulkner and cummings like foreplay.

Come to me and let me know you. I will be the perfect gentleman and would be ever so honored if you would cut my hair.

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