There is one more lady I want to befriend. Her luscious eyes, white like the albumen of a boiled egg, take away my breath and stuff my head with fantasies. At the mere sight of her beauty, my heart becomes a drum, the taut leather quivering at tempos that challenge the gods to a dance.
Shall I describe to you her elegance, the effortless sway of her hips and the spotlessness of her toned legs? Will you remain sane when her charm is unveiled or, like me, lose your mind as the gun powder does after a shot?
Now, don’t pretend as if you don’t know her. She tells me she visits you everyday, yet you haven’t met her needs. Here, anyway, I hope to manage her well. Believe me, there is one more lady I want to befriend. Her name is Time.