So you speak of shimmering eyes and twinkling stars
as if the very Gods had given you and you alone
the gift to captivate the Universe in but a single scarlet phrase.
Riddle me the mystery of unique romance
and subtle promises of potent passion beneath the palm trees;
you're not alone in this longing for the lingering aftertaste of a midnight embrace.

Forgotten traditions of the twilight turnings of silken sheets and silver strands of moonlight;

Just drop the charade, already:
Just put it in my mouth.