The Warped Creation Of A Syphilitic Brain

I love the thrill of the chase. No 'love' can match the magnitude of of that euphoric single moment, that one unforgettable instant just before the offer of my soul is reciprocated by the object of my affection. The ecstasy of that moment, the nervous energy, the second guessing and fear, the intoxicating allure of acceptance, the fill it to the brim, trip the light fantastic, joy.