here I am, a pale desperation,when your passion prefers the dark and exotic, the scent of campfiresand the sound of music that stirs your blood with whispers of more to come. here I am,a sweet longing...loved and cosseted but never quite enough to satisfy at any moment...all magnolias and jasmine and everyday china... no one truly special. here I am,a heartfelt murmur waiting for those drops of gentle touches across my op...