I dreamed of her again last night, engrasped, enamored as so many times before -- unchanging just as she was when I gasped in first-time recognition of the store
of talents she possessed. They are the same in simple basic functionality as all the others of her sex, but fame accrued when hers were offered just to me (as well as all the other men who looked). And thus envisioned, she was mine, alone,
repeatedly and willingly, so hooked and mastered by the loveliness I own within my hands and eyes that I return in thought and act each time for her I yearn.