i like my wine like the color of my womans blood, red with passion of desire, fire in her eyes, and red with life, fulled i i i i i with thankfulness of breath from teo w w thankful lings u u u u u u u with . theres something about ghank t t - full ness on a wi o oman , that makes her elegam n nce g iw g gl l l l ow, in the dark. -sawli parhelion *