You...

You... Such a scent to rouse the beast of lust beneath the fabric of my being. Insatiable desires that can't be quenched only tasted meaning, I must have you... You and your perfect body, which is my main course, my Mona Lisa, my roman empire, that should be defended by any means, That should be explored and ravished, What lavish features you have that fulfill my dreams. Ohh you...