I told you that you arouse and elevate me. Not at all like the Sistine Chapel. But maybe like some memories of Rome. Somehow I know this makes sense to you. You appreciate double entendres. You said so.
Maria, did you know that lifting your left foot (just so, just so) would undo me? Your impossible curves made even curvier. But what, darling Maria, was on your mind as you held your own gaze in the mirror? Did you even hear the camera fire?
Can you stand there for one minute more, dear? Two more. Let me look at you looking at yourself. We can bring out the limbo pole, soon. Promise.