Find the hidden message in this odd bit of poetry.

Seduction, the lost art, springs from your own lust. A tamer ploy won't sprout a fire and lightly blaze a new address to unlocked, coy desires. Indeed, what hope is so couched, thus has love to every eye open. Unaided love's not seen, despite the depth of its colors. -- Anon

The anonymous poet could have been named Caldwell Thomason

Posted by Bob Smith on 2005-11-08 22:27:51