I think I may well be a Jew.
I dream too much, work too little.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.
You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.
If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.