Madam! How your enormous foreskin shades me from the sun!
As the bile slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a calming effect upon my rabies.If you enter while seven exits, I must then ask, how can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? The expansion (and resultant rapid cooling) of your consecrated culotte sings the golden turnip with the mulatto touch-typist in my pants; your fingers staple pine nuts into everything you touch. Ever do I seek the elusive flexures of your large intestine, for your petulance is seduction unto extinction. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch.