A cascade of tinkling drops of erotic wetness raining down upon a serene pool of depthless pleasure. That is what I see in your latest pic DJ. What immortal hand or eye could frame thy beautiful symmetry? Urges and desires run rampant through labrynthine, shadowed trails; how does one ever seek to caress the beautiful body of the rose shining in the early morning light without marring her beauty? If the rain kisses her petal lips, and the sun's rays caress her velvety skin, what dare I ask, pleasures her so deeply to carry her away to the heights of the climatic release?