In the retrospect of the now .. We are pure.. As I turn to you and instantly touching the back of your neck.. I begin .. you answer me in puddles , that we'll just call, ..sweatο»Ώ. Give me a women whose body I can use as a canvas .. my hands the brushes .. every stroke to be sensual and felt.. what's good for her is good for me .. let me ~moVe you let me make you .. smile ~ as you quiver within my arms, my bed is the wall.. no sheets just skin"