Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.
One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.
Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.
I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart's desire.
Beauty compels us; reason merely cajoles.
Intelligence makes sincerity difficult.