It was the in's and out's <br />Of your inuendo's <br />Your heated breath <br />Near my ear <br />It was the moist silver <br />Tongue of your promise <br />That reflect's now <br />In my memories mirror<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-mirror/
