Lady of the night my bed is wanting! Your loins scream like a dungeon that has been vacant too long, a heaven-less rattle echoes throughout your hollow sarcophagus and I wish none more than to enter that tomb like an explorer of timeless wisdom and unearth the artifacts of lore. Take me, my lady, I am the white knight that you have sung sweet nightingale verse, the savior of your inner desires, the viking ship set forth to plunge deep into your sensual layers, using my brute strength to extract every. inch. of. your. pleasure. My lady, I have longed for you like a sailor longs for a crisp wind to bring him across his last stretch of sea to the accolades of his people. Alas, my ship has been pushed back by crashing waves and I've disappeared into the hold falling into a dark, dark slumber. It twas the light of your song that woke me, that snagged my soul on the rhythm of your delicate notes. I submit to you my requests and with great anticipation await your simple kiss.
On a real note, I was thinking we could meet at Applebee's to feel eachother out, let me know if this works for you ;) Mark