With the slightest touch of her hand the hint of a smile. I draw her near but not with intensions to make her run. The softness of her hair brushes against my face for lust of another day...I see the interest in her eyes and the eyes don't lie. The game has begun but no one will be the winner... Is it stolen? or the effects of the ocean. Just another millisecond of life in motion.

Joe Callari...