I'll be true, I'll be useful. . . I'll be cavalier. . . I'll be yours my dear. and I'll belong to you. . . if you'll just let me through. this is easy as lovers go,so don't complicate it by hesitating. and this is wonderful as loving goes,this is tailor-made, whats the sense in waiting?
A French poet famously referred to the aroma of certain cheeses as the ‘pieds de Dieu’—the feet of god. Just to be clear: foot odor of a particularly exalted quality, but still—foot odor.