Like the cool gaze from a happy harlot, I rise
from the ashes of a past quite laden with said harlots
to become the one whom you call your husband
I raise my hands to bring this chalice to my lips
A subtle wink and wiggle of hips, indicate your willingness
to draw back the blankets and...

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 603 AF.