When you gaze at me with your face full of flavor....creases left by time etched deep near those dark mesmerizing eyes that still manage to undress me....I feel the heat. White stubble peeking from your strong chin counts the years matching the white wings in your hair still rich with thickness. How kind the years have been to you. Your deep voice still captivating anyone within earshot; a voice I Iove best when you speak softly. You wrap me in your worldly knowledge, yet my desire for sweet nothings seduces my senses. I still see the tower of the man I married so long ago, the man who swept me off my feet with one glance and I drown in that romance. Connie Marcum Wong 6-16-16 N/A