Your Neck. I Want To Kiss It.

My Heart Always Timidly Hides Itself Behind My Mind. I Set Out To Bring Down Stars From The Sky, Then, For Fear Of Ridicule, I Stop And Pick Little Flowers Of Eloquence.

Your Neck. I Want To Kiss It.

Speak To Me...be Eloquent, Be Brilliant For Me. Improvise! Rhapsodize!... I Ask For Cream And You Give Me Milk And Water... Please Gather Your Dreams Together Into Words. - Roxanne, Cyrano De Bergerac

And If Kisses In These Words Could Travel Too, Madam, You'd Read This Letter With Your Lips.

A Kiss Is A Secret Which Takes The Lips For The Ear.