wonderfulman knows how to flatter me:
(this is the first time i'm posting something like this on my blog, but i just can't resist it)

Recognize the artwork in your curves
the rhythm in your hips every swerve
as you paint the path with the colors of your passing,
a canvas colors the minds of man
that fancy
and dream
that you would be their dessert.
flirt
is not intentionaly done when you talk
but the softness of your voice is enough
to temper anger
and engender dreams
within you is the power of teams
know it
and show it
let your sweetness fill the air
and those that appreciate beauty will always be looking
when the wind catches your hair.

blasted!
now i have to do something about this big head that i got reading that!