Attempt to write some poetic lines with emphasis on the desire to ravage her. Fail to convey just how fucking much you want her. Contemplate loneliness. Contemplate the end of loneliness. Contemplate a car hitting a wall at a hundred miles an hour. Contemplate just how unromantic that is. Decide to work on breathing exercises and keep calm. See clouds and calm seas. See her shape in the clouds. See the shape immediately take on the tone of sunset sweaty flesh. Hear laughter and whispers. Take a shot or two of tequila. Decide that bullshit is best left to men who know how to be suave. Carry on with the ravaging.