If you call me, will I choose your eyes over any other pair?
If you write me, does it mean you chose me?
When we choose each other,
Does it guarantee we'll love that first kiss?
I don't know, but I do know this:
I've never met a man I didn't like.
Did Mae West say that too?
I can add to that,
I've never met a man I didn't enjoy completely.
What you do with that is your own choice.
I've already made mine.
My head is filled with ways to please you,
With visions of whiling away our time in pleasant pastimes.
You might see "For a good time call XXX-XXX-XXXX"
Scrawled on a wall somewhere.
I promise not to let you down.
If you promise to be a gentleman
Who doesn't need to see the scrawl, but
One who knows a fine woman when he meets her eye,
And takes her hand for the first time,
One who knows how to enjoy a long kiss
And an afternoon of bliss.

Resolve to make Cary yours, if only for a day, perhaps a night, or longer. As long as you remember me, I will not forget you, or your smile.

Sweet kisses from Raleigh,

Cary Rose

The photo is me, in 2006. I haven't changed much, except my hair is longer, and there is less of me to love. I think I replaced that with increased "minx-ishiousness." ~~~~