Alfred F. Bowden, Corr !!!</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=38.htm>Alfred F. Bowden</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Corr !!!</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>What line, what beauty to behold,<br>her shape impressed me from the beginning.<br>Each curve, a story yet untold,<br>in looking her over, my joy never ending.<br>The thought of possessing her was compelling, <br>as I stroked the flanks of this new friend.<br>Her color brought a warm goodness to my being,<br>such smoothness to her skin could never end.<br>I opened her now to my full view<br>and gasped at the luxury of her dressings.<br>Her equipment familiar, yet all new.<br>I slipped into her, counting my blessings.<br>We rode together in a fond embrace,<br>feeling her smooth skin at my side.<br>in ecstacy we increased the pace,<br>experiencing the onrushing tide.<br>She was the perfect first for me, <br>such joy I shall never forget.<br>I'll remember how we moved so free,<br>that drive in my first Corvette.<br>Albert F.Bowden, Orleans, Ontario. Canada</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>