Aw, poor Otto. He's expressing his lamentations through poetry; guess all that poem reading really affected him... Nice.

"My fingers in her hips, sinking my fingertips."

Oh...dear...GOD! (Throws up)

And this was a G-rated poem?

Stil good, though.

Great! I like it! :D BTW, thanks 4 the review on Reminiscene of Rosie. I like to do little one-shots like that. Anyway, please check out my other two Spidey stories: The Wrong Way to Write About Spidey, & Partners in the Love Triangle of Crime. Stupid title 4 that one, I know. See if you can think of a better one. Have fun fic-ing! (oops, that didn't sound right, did it? .) Bye now! _