Softly the rain dances outside her window and the cool mist of the evening touches her skin.
The light of the candle dances in her past and the reflections of time are mirrored in her mind.
The soft caress of her hand and passion grows from within….
Softly the light of the candle bends to the whispers of the night…
Where have you been! Where have your been!
Where have you been!