Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but can a beauty like yours, which speaks out life and eternity, and promises wealth and fullness, be shunned by a sane man?

Assault me with the fullness of your chest, drown me in the sweetness of your love, clothe me with your linen of beauty, wrap me with the warmth of your arms, and let these acts be a memorial.

I will ignore red lights to feast on your love. Lust or infatuation, I choose you. I will trespass the great books and await sentence. If being slain is a price, I will lay my head on a silver plate, or better, it be on your lap.

What will my cause be? Can a man, my name be remembered later? I don't want distinct memories, but a fatal ecstasy is worth the risk.

I will head the train of foolish men who will arise later. We will club a team of finished men. And every wound will drip blood of deception.