I find myself stunned with Lothario's grin melting from my face.
A horn screeches and a chugging approach tells me you are here.
In your years and yearning do you ever remember making such acquaintence with F.A. Mesmer?
Did you ever once believe that Mesmer was indeed a woman, tilting in just under six feet, with short cropped hair, and eyes of sunburst? Or that she could possibly be your junior?