[Philip Quinlan]

John

My Natasha sonnet:

I feel that I have groped you all my life;
now you have come, my ecstasy completes.
Let us, my fragile one, commence relations,
and save the dialogue for later on.

The Russian men are short, or so it seems;
I, on the other hand, are very large.
Allow me to present you my credentials;
here is my data for your eyes to feast upon.

My photo tells it how I look in life;
much maturation has occurred, you will observe.
I part my hair behind, dare not eat peach:
it is the teeth of me unfortunately gone.

I am the terminal relation that you seek.
I hope that you will come again, then speak.

TA-DA!

Philip