Sunday, July 23, 2006
Lolita,
light of my life,
fire of my loins.
my sin,my soul.
Lo-lee-ta,
the tip of my tongue taking a trip of 3 steps,
down the palate to tap on the teeth.
LO.LEE.TA!
She was Lo,plain Lo in the morning,standing 4 feet tem in one sock.
She was Lola in slacks.
She was Dolly in school.
She was Dolores on the dotted line.
But in my arms,
she was always Lolita...
Vladimir Nabokor
light of my life,
fire of my loins.
my sin,my soul.
Lo-lee-ta,
the tip of my tongue taking a trip of 3 steps,
down the palate to tap on the teeth.
LO.LEE.TA!
She was Lo,plain Lo in the morning,standing 4 feet tem in one sock.
She was Lola in slacks.
She was Dolly in school.
She was Dolores on the dotted line.
But in my arms,
she was always Lolita...
Vladimir Nabokor
7/23/2006 11:10:00 AM