I from the early evening have scattered some kisses in your pathways hanged up some hugs on the door laid on some cuddles in the bed room did you gott them all when you've gott back home? These things ive wraped in my earnest craves to weare on your naked body to caress for put on the flames phantom of roaming thoughts misdirected as the boat in sea and i am slave of your beauty plays in the garden of my reveries where sometimes this wores me on sometimes this unfolds secret of the centuries naked on me shall i be telling others about each and evry mark that has curved by my burning lips on the earth of your beauty?(rm)