I found my scribblings--more like poems I wrote. You search my face with your soft fingers, that slowly slide towards the nape of my neck, and down my back, that slowly bring me closer to you, closer to your luscious waiting lips. In slow motion we lock our lips, Set our passion on fire. Our arms wrapped about eachother entangled in our own web, We glide on air as we move towards the couch, Where I can gaze into your deep thoughtful eyes, Your ever searching soul, Your loving and caring heart, and you. Ya I know it's sappy but what are you gonna do?