Fewer than a few, one, only half aware
Not even you really saw me disappear
I disappeared from view, nobody knew
Fewer than a few, one, and barely there.
Whimsical, my mistress mistreats my modesty
Blinded by self-love, and only half aware.
Might as well lick her under the eye
Kiss her tender thigh
Break down in her shadow
And cry, and cry without a shame or fear
You’ll hear me breathing beside you, dear
For although, I did disappear, I’m still here.
Story Of The Footloose 
Gulp…my god…the reading of it and then not to mention how you do the thing you do with the water droplets…what an eye you have! Incredible!
Thank you Maureen. You always have good things to say. 🙂
You make that very easy for me Prashant!